INCUBATING w/FRIENDS! w/Sally Sunshine Shipped Eggs No problem!

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I beat up my hands all the time, along with most of my family. We always build things and get hurt pretty frequently. Our hospital has a board in front that shows the 'Regulars' for the hospital, and I'm on it. We just built an awesome new coop and run, I will take pics tomorrow.
Not sure that's a list I'd want to be on...
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... but most everyone at the local hospital knows me by name.
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I look forward to seeing the new coop and run. Since it'll be tomorrow, I think I'll call it a night. It's a night. I hope everyone has a great night, or day (Benny), wherever you are. Time to go dream about fuzzy butts and such. Good night, one and all!!!
 
Deer fat is disgusting. We grind all of our deer and then add pork fat to it. We only use deer in chili, veggie soup, spaghetti, summer sausage, etc. Way better eating cuts of meat out there than a deer. By that, I mean you will never ever see a deer steak cooked in this house. Lol
Not a lot of elk in MD, unfortunately; closest I know of is one of those game farms way up in PA...a bit out of my league
 
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Water in the brooder spring a leak, you should have seen them mob it when I finally found it and filled a new one.

In other news Dad went to hospital today, was coughing blood. They are sending him to Topeka. I knew he should have gone yesterday, but he's so stubborn.
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He gives me such worry I tell you!


I hope your dad is okay.
 
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I am driving myself nuts! I keep opening (non-incubating) duck eggs, and seeing no bulls eye. I PMed the original owner, and she assures me that she's seen fertility with these two. So I opened another. Finally, I opened a chicken egg. People, I am not new to this. I am telling you though, I feel like I am. No bulls eye!
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So maybe I am going blind, and I just can't see bulls eyes ('cause they are waaaaaay up the hill!
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) or veining.
8 days, 11 hours, 45 minutes for the ducks. 1 day, 11 hours... and 46 minutes now for the chicken eggs. It's gonna be a loooong month!
 
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Katee is living in a desert Queendom... her serf is a friendly man named Tom who feeds her carwats and a 117 lb bale of Bermuda, Every three days. The feed guy used to be her farrier and he swoops down once a month and stocks her larder with Ten bales. He gives me a status report when I talk to him.

I cant get up there often but shes got good support.

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So ya'll want to hear a gory incubation story? It starts with a young woman who didn't have a clue ( now that I think about it that's how most of my stories start lol) and her first eggtopsy. She didn't date her eggs the first hatch and notice one was leaking so she candle it and it was dark so she decided to open it to see what was in it. Well I took the egg in one hand and the sharpest knife I had in the other standing in the middle of my kitchen I was going to score the top and go from there. So i started sawing at the top all of the sudden there was a big pop I closed my eyes first I felt the heat of something sticky hit my face the egg flew and then the smell hit me something like sulfur and rotting flesh but so much worse. I couldn't scream I couldn't open my eyes since my face was covered in god knows what and I blindly ran to the bathroom trying to hold down my supper and dove in the shower I jumped in clothes and all turned it on which was ice cold it almost made me scream again but there was no way in hell I was opening my mouth I quickly scrubbed down and was finally able to open my eyes and mouth so all of those fun curse words could come pouring out got dried of and went to look at the kitchen. Let's just say walking into a massacre would have been less traumatizing gore coated my ceiling, cabinets, walls, and stove I didn't know one egg could hold so much ick. But where had the egg gone I was looking around and didn't see it and that when I realized I had left the silverware drawer open when I got the knife I thought no way my luck can't be that bad so I slowly crept closer hoping for the best but expecting the worst. When I was finally close enough to see in the drawer there lay the egg slightly shredded from exploding and a completely formed half rotted chick. At that point I gave up and cried a little but I learned a very good lesson always date your eggs kids. At the time it wasn't funny but I can laugh about it now.
 
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