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[Minminme]

Ok I need "help". What do you think these beauties are...Pullets??? Cockerels???? Talking about the Welsummers.

 

[Leahs Mom]

Ok, so I'm working on getting a new job and it looks pretty promising (still not holding my breath though lol). If I get the job, I will be working more hours, so this means I must downsize. I will likely be selling my Birchen Marans (1 roo over 6 hens I believe), crested cream legbars (1Roo but will likely be culled due to his temperament, 1 cockerel who is turning out nice and 2 hens/2 pullets), and likely my current trio of tolbunts (roo is mean and will likely be culled unless someone wants him and 2 hens). My tolbunts are definitely a color project especially the hens. If anyone is interested let me know.

How soon do you have to "move" them?

 

[Minminme]

does he look anything like my beautiful Spazz did? i got him from California and he was sick for months. he never even meet the ladies. i did every antibiotic there was and he would improve then get sick again. i finally culled him after about 6 months of treatments. broke my heart.

Sorry u had t cull him. He's beautiful. What breed? Looks like a polish frizzle lol.

 

[hoosiercheetah]

Finding the time will be old-timey and authentic too. Remember seeing the old shows where people used to sit out on the porch after dinner and just enjoy each other's company? Andy Griffith playing his guitar and singing. The porch swing...

I was thinking old timey-er. Like a farmer sitting by a small but warm fire on a January afternoon, with nothing to do but listen to the winter wind whistling through the pines outside. There's supper in a pot over the fire, won't be ready for a while yet but it already smells like heaven. It's bouquet of salted meat and onion and herbs dried in the summer wafts along on the drafts through the rough-hewn room. His wife is there too, in the maple-wood rocking chair that he crafted and carved for her last winter, and she's putting together a new dress, stitch by stitch. The farmer smiles as he picks up a palm-sized piece of smooth stone that he brought with him from Back East. It's one of his few prized possessions, beloved and carefully kept. He takes out his smallest carving knife, the one he used to chip out the tiny bluebells on his wife's rocker, and draws it lightly across the stone, just a few quick and practiced strokes. It's edge is wicked and keen and as close to perfect as it gets on this side of the sky.

The farmer sets down the stone, wipes his hand on a rag resting on his thigh, and picks up a small, smooth, hollow shell of an egg...


;-)

 

[Granny Hatchet]

Sorry u had t cull him. He's beautiful. What breed? Looks like a polish frizzle lol.

thank you it wasnt easy but it was best for him. yes, he was a frizzled tolbunt rooster. the poster above said he has one he is going to cull because it is mean but i have found when you move a mean rooster from his home he can have a change of heart, so to speak. their not sure how to act.

 

[CCCCCCCCHICKENS]

Ok, so I'm working on getting a new job and it looks pretty promising (still not holding my breath though lol). If I get the job, I will be working more hours, so this means I must downsize. I will likely be selling my Birchen Marans (1 roo over 6 hens I believe), crested cream legbars (1Roo but will likely be culled due to his temperament, 1 cockerel who is turning out nice and 2 hens/2 pullets), and likely my current trio of tolbunts (roo is mean and will likely be culled unless someone wants him and 2 hens). My tolbunts are definitely a color project especially the hens. If anyone is interested let me know.

Let me know if you get rid of the tolbunts

 

[Granny Hatchet]

I was thinking old timey-er. Like a farmer sitting by a small but warm fire on a January afternoon, with nothing to do but listen to the winter wind whistling through the pines outside. There's supper in a pot over the fire, won't be ready for a while yet but it already smells like heaven. It's bouquet of salted meat and onion and herbs dried in the summer wafts along on the drafts through the rough-hewn room. His wife is there too, in the maple-wood rocking chair that he crafted and carved for her last winter, and she's putting together a new dress, stitch by stitch. The farmer smiles as he picks up a palm-sized piece of smooth stone that he brought with him from Back East. It's one of his few prized possessions, beloved and carefully kept. He takes out his smallest carving knife, the one he used to chip out the tiny bluebells on his wife's rocker, and draws it lightly across the stone, just a few quick and practiced strokes. It's edge is wicked and keen and as close to perfect as it gets on this side of the sky.

The farmer sets down the stone, wipes his hand on a rag resting on his thigh, and picks up a small, smooth, hollow shell of an egg...


;-)

did you just write this???? i want to continue to read. you had my full attention

 

[Leahs Mom]

Quote:
My thoughts exactly. He should write books. Seriously.

 

[bradselig]

Let me know if you get rid of the tolbunts

I won't be getting out of tolbunts all together just want to get better stock. But I'll keep you in mind.

 

[BryLT3]

Here are some better pictures of my new roo that I got from Wolf's.