There's no place like home. Although, I feel sorry that you're not getting the thrill of packing up all your stuff, loading it up, hauling it across the country, unloading everything, not being able to find half your stuff, and the other half sitting in boxes until you decide to throw it away. Come to think of it... I hate moving!!!
Exactly why I say we'll probably not move.There's no place like home. Although, I feel sorry that you're not getting the thrill of packing up all your stuff, loading it up, hauling it across the country, unloading everything, not being able to find half your stuff, and the other half sitting in boxes until you decide to throw it away. Come to think of it... I hate moving!!!
Sounds like a busy bator or two.
Same chit different day.
Friggin sweet[COLOR=333333]I should be ashamed... I've posted this on three different threads... but I'm NOT! :yiipchick [/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]And so it begins. I had a feeling my eggs would follow suit of the last two batches, and hatch a day early. This evening is day 19, and I have a pip!!![/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]While it's at the wrong end, I'm not too concerned at this time. I've hatched several that pipped in the same spot, and they've all been healthy and grown into healthy, happyy adults. It can take up to 24 hours before zipping begins, so I think I'm still on track for a Tuesday hatch. I only need another 18 pips... and 19 zips... then I can start to relax. Come on chickies!!!
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Growing quickly. How's yours?
I'm glad you were able to read "the sign"... but you might want to work on your timing a little bit. I think after the first golfball size hit me in the head, the chickens would have had to fend for themselves. I love my chickens, but I love not having knots on my head even more. Just my 2c...Well, that was interesting...
I was all set to get my chicken chores done after work and then get some work done outside on the coop (or any of a thousand tasks I need to do) - those babies really need to go outside. I had already been to Home Depot for the last bits, and, all revved up, I had cleaned waterers, fed the 12-week-old Littles and scooped their poop. I noted that it was 91F and there were some open mouths in there (no distress, of course), and that apparently their heat training was starting now (I don't put ice out unless it's over about 95-98F - and my adult Cream Legbars do really well in hot temps, maybe because of their small size).
It was hot, and humid, and I was sweating, but gotta take care of my peeps - so after swapping out the water in the rest of the coops, I then got to work in the back of the property scooping Tank and his Speckled girls' poop. The sun was shining, I was hot, and I was lamenting the end of spring. And then it happened - it suddenly got dark, the sky opened up, and a bunch of marble to golf ball sized hail came pelting down. Silly Speckled Sussex - Tank was calling for them to come in, but instead they were chasing bouncing hail like it was treats. So I got pummeled (fortunately I had a hat on to deflect the worst, but I'm sure I'll have bruises) while trying to get the Littles put up (they huddled under a pathetic sapling, too frightened to know to go in the coop), then rounding up the soaking wet and surprised SS. (The rest of the chickens had the good sense to take shelter - they're older, they've been through this before).
Sooooo.... then the sun came out.
I was so wet I was dripping, so I went inside, peeled off my clothes and put them in the washing machine, and opened a bottle of wine. Whatever it was that I thought I was supposed to get done today, I think God cast his vote for no yard work. And when I have big painful bits ice hurling at me for half an hour, who am I to argue.
Off to catch up - looks like it's been busy on the thread...
- Ant Farm
Plus if you get the hail to do the dispatching all you gotta do is pluck and cleanI'm glad you were able to read "the sign"... but you might want to work on your timing a little bit. I think after the first golfball size hit me in the head, the chickens would have had to fend for themselves. I love my chickens, but I love not having knots on my head even more. Just my 2c...
Yes indeed! I also look at it like this: they should have enough sense to get in out of the rain. If they don't have enough sense to get out of a hailstorm, they deserve whatever happens.Plus if you get the hail to do the dispatching all you gotta do is pluck and clean
