I find just watching everyone else's hatches super stressful. I really don't think I'm up for that.![]()
It's the only way I'll see them hatch so I like them but it is very stressful!
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I find just watching everyone else's hatches super stressful. I really don't think I'm up for that.![]()
It's the only way I'll see them hatch so I like them but it is very stressful!
Oh my gosh ~ so the sort of situation I'd find myself in!So I’m half way in the crate when I put weight on my arm less than perfectly while reaching for the eggs. I scream a little in pain and faceplant into the beddingSammy, being ever the diligent rooster, decides to defend the nest from that weird thing sticking out of it and hurting the giant food bringing one... and attacks it. Unfortunately for me, it’s my rear end. So he bit and then attempted to flog my butt as I backed out of the stupid dog crate.
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I really think what he’s managed with them is amazing! I don’t plan on backcrossing them quite as much, I didn’t originally plan on having or breeding them, but when I got mostly males in my red ranger order I had to improvise a little. I’m pretty proud I’ve gotten them this far. Unfortunately she seems to be my best layer out if the 4 big gals. Fingers crossed for the remaining girls...Kris, I hope that shoulder gets way better quickly.As for the rooster, well at least it wasn't your eye.
As for the CX, well I know one guy out here who managed to keep some alive up to three years—but they were a slower growing strain and he put a lot of work into it in addition to starting with a fairly big bunch. When you have a chance, do a search out here on Toads or Toad. He's pretty much done what you're trying to do, but has run into problems recently with true form I think. If memory serves he's up to F5.
Oh Kris... I’m sorry but that’s just too funnyMorning!
So my hatch is all done and I think I have 21-23 chicks, and 10 from the other guys chickens. I’m going to trade him cockerels for pullets if he’s interested, and maybe offer him a few pullet chicks as well when I can sex them fairly accurately. I have to admit I haven’t seen my chicks since Monday...except for a few grainy pictures my mom sent me. Andrew has been at work on the other island, and I’ve been basically stuck in the trailer nursing a shoulder injury. I will be getting down there today some time to clean the brooders, incubators and get everything put to rights again.
A large part of what led me to go into management and then to leave work was this shoulder injury. I was the fastest, and best express cashier at the store (how I met Andrewbecause my line was always moving faster, and that I was the only person in the store that knew what DragonCon was helped). It’s flared up a little a few time since moving here, but this is the first severe incident in years. It’s also all Andrews fault! He went to work on Saltspring and thus wasn’t taking up his half of the bed, I rolled onto it, and my right side. That was last Wednesday. Yes that’s how I do things. Feeding cattle, haying, and playing with power tools? No problems! But I almost break my ankle doing laundry, and lose use of my dominant arm for over a week by sleeping on the wrong (but my preferred) side of the bed
It was starting to improve until yesterday. My rehab girls decided they would rather lay in the dog crate than in the nice sedge bale they had been using. At the back of the crate. So I’m half way in the crate when I put weight on my arm less than perfectly while reaching for the eggs. I scream a little in pain and faceplant into the beddingSammy, being ever the diligent rooster, decides to defend the nest from that weird thing sticking out of it and hurting the giant food bringing one... and attacks it. Unfortunately for me, it’s my rear end. So he bit and then attempted to flog my butt as I backed out of the stupid dog crate.
We will be sending Goose (one of my 3 CX) to freezer camp when Andrew gets home. She has succumbed to her breeding and can no longer walk at 20 weeks old. Shanti (the runt) and Gobbler are still quite mobile and active, though when I pick Shanti up and set her down, or I pet her and she squats, she freezes like that and doesn’t get back up for quite a while. Big Red has been showing interest in Chickie Hawk and his ladies and not squatting for me, so I think that’s a good sign.