Morning Kris 

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Morning!
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.
Morning!
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.
Go carefully on the heavy painkillers. I know exactly what they can do.Morning everyone! Thanks for the well wishes on the shoulder, it’s really appreciated. It’s about a five or six year old injury, and has been a minor inconvenience for a long time. It’s now moved to a major issue (it woke me up last night it was so painful), so if it’s not doing better by Monday I may consider taking a morning trip to town to go to a clinic on Tuesday.
Yesterday I actually shorted everyone on food, because I couldn’t get the bag out of the deep freeze that serves as mouse proof storage in our barn. So, this morning everyone got a full refill thanks to their new favorite human... Andrew (I got the stink eye). Then we tagged three calves and castrated two. I called the cows, scritched the cows, and loaded the tagging tool and elastrator. Clearly the most important of the jobs (at least the scritchinng)!
Now on to sausage making for tomorrow and hoping the chickens listened to today’s motivational speech about putting the eggs into the roll away nest boxes and not eating them while I am away! I will be mostly supervising, pricing, and maybe napping if I take a third round of muscle relaxants and pain killers... I’m debating skipping a dose of what I was taking, not drinking anything tonight, and pulling out the heavy painkillers (hydro-morphone from when I severely threw my back out about 4 years ago)
Go carefully on the heavy painkillers. I know exactly what they can do.Clinic sounds like a good idea.
@Kris5902 Do you think that you might have somehow tore up your rotor cup in the shoulder?
Beginning to think it may be something like that I will probably try to get in sooner