Setting eggs for hatching at 3 pm on Friday! Everyone think “Marans like to lay lots of eggs on Thursdays and Fridays”![]()
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Setting eggs for hatching at 3 pm on Friday! Everyone think “Marans like to lay lots of eggs on Thursdays and Fridays”![]()
And for everyone who saw the fake moon (glare) in my Saturday sunset here she is at 6:30 in full daylight...
chainsaw needed for sure”, it’s one of the tools I don’t use
And quitting time, right before FIL showed up, so I was already leaving as he arrived.
last year this guy had (now bacon) a horrible mama pig, she squashed all but one of her babes and abandoned the survivor.
So Monday I put “Roostie Roo” (Andrew wants to rename him Bob) into the hospital tractor for the evening, as I wanted to supervise his integration with the meat ladies to make sure everyone is safe and happy together. He spent much of yesterday in the “good rooster box” (renaming that too... positive reinforcement and all!) next to his prospective ladies. It was an entertaining walk from the hospital tractor to the meat girls tractor with him not exactly enjoying the ride and me needing both arms to carry/restrain him with Sammy trying to incite an incident, and dogging at my heels, but it worked out in the end! The girls seemed fairly receptive and he seems like a very well mannered boy.
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So at not quite full dark last night I went out with Andrew and we put him in with the ladies, and transferred the box to Goose for extra protection, she’s trying hard to make a comeback, and I did have one downed ranger girl that was able to stand again with a little TLC and a few weeks of rehab, so I’m going to give her a chance. As of this morning everything is looking good, he’s tidbitting for the girls, and seems polite. Of course they still outweigh him by about half again as much, so it could just be a good sense of self preservation.
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He is two days older than his girls at 22 weeks. I was surprised at how small he is for his weight, though he is nowhere near as heavy as the curvy girls, he’s easily more than double what even Mr Marans and Chickiehawk weigh! He’s got really thick legs and I’m super happy with my decision to save him from becoming “Roastie Roo” as his previous owner was going to eat him, then he thought of my attempted meat bird breeding program and decided to give him a few days grace.
Also on Monday when I picked him up I got to check out the other farmers set up, and see my Barnvelder boy “in action” herding his 30 ladies over to look for treats! He’s got a large free range set up with almost no predator protection, a 3 walled roosting spot, as well as a large fully enclosed run and rebuilt trailer as a grow out/meat bird area. I also got to see his pig set up which is combined with the free ranging birds (apparently the pigs will drive off eagles almost as well as dogs). I got some good ideas for what I would like to do in the future with some silvopasture and integrating different animal groups more effectively.
I’m snagging some coffee and a snack before heading down for my favorite chore, shoveling gravel! This time not for the road, but inside our house forms, so I’ll get some pics of those, as they are coming along well. Would be coming along better if anyone could stand to work with FIL, he’s supposed to be going to town today, so the coast should be clear for me to go use the shovel “incorrectly” (due to the old shoulder injury) at the site!
On the family front... Still not speaking with FIL, don’t have to deal with BIL (as he’s currently in prison for missing either a court date or a bail check in), not impressed at all with the treatment from the Aunts, and proposed a lease for at least the house area for our future security to Andrews cousin. That we are pushing forward, despite all common sense, can only mean one of two things; either Andrew and I are both completely insane and unintelligent, or we are far more committed to farming than we should be or is sane. Either way, I suppose by continuing to hatch chicks and procuring more roosters, I’m further committing myself to this place.
Do they really?
Have you kept daily egg laying record's on them to verify that?![]()
Closest I come to a record on them is “I’ve sold three dozen eggs since my last Marans egg... so I’m due for some, please!”I’m going to be hatching out a bunch of “marsbars” (as the breeder I bought from describes the hybrid, don’t know if that’s an “official” term or not
) Marans/isbar Olive eggers by the looks of things. But I really wanted to add some more pure Marans this hatch... so far I have one egg. One. I’ve just given them a few mealy worms and words of encouragement (it’s sifting day
but necessary, as they live under my coffee table and I’ve been putting it off for a while)
Fence is dealt with, and brakes are fixed on one of the JeepsONE working vehicle!!! Yay! Next up is some awning repair (duct tape, my beloved tool), getting my truck (it was returned a couple days ago but FIL needed it) to fetch some pond water for the chickens in buckets, because the water is still off at the farm. Then on to sausage making for the evening fun.
I hate unidentifiable car noises! I always imagine the worst...I now have full range of motion with my right arm!I’m still babying it a little though, being extra careful with lifting, especially at and over chest high.
I may have spoken a little too soon about having a working JeepI’m still hearing a rubbing noise and am now leaning towards some other sort of issue, maybe with the driveshaft or in one of those other “make the wheels turn” type parts. But we do have “my” truck back, so good news there!
We skipped out on the sausage making last night, because we still weren’t able to wash our dishes from last Saturdaythere will be bleach... because we need those pans for tomorrow! Also my back was busy reminding me most of yesterday that I’m not 20 anymore, and that I’ve never really been cut out for prolonged hard labor!
IKR!?I hate unidentifiable car noises!
Definitely! The result of decades of driving old bombs around...IKR!?
Auditory Automotive Anxiety.