Mahonri's 3rd Annual, BYC Easter Hatch-a-long!

Come on now didn't you have almost 2 months of incubation to plan, prepare, build?

When I did my first hatch, I didn't go buy a tub to brood them until after the first chick was hatched (and several more pipped). I'm superstitious enough to be afraid I would jinx the hatch. While I was gone to Wally World, chicks 5 & 6 popped out.

I can't imagine what I'd do with staring at emu eggs that long. I was on pins and needles with Kathy's hatch!

Deb
 
Scan just a little better, there are cliff notes here and there
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I hear you about the bad roo.
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I have a year old roo who decided to flog my legs for the first time the other day. If he does it again, he is in the pot! I have too many good ones to put up with a misbehaving one.

BTW tomorrow is day 7

Thank you!! So I can candle tomorrow! But, really, why? I know I'll put them all down and hope the clears are just slow maturing, and let them keep cooking. Oh wait! It is fun! Especially if one waves at me.

It took me the longest time to put my first mean roo down, but once I did and peace settled over the land, I realized I shouldn't have put it off so long. The hens got me back by creeping into the garden and tilling my recently planted areas.
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At a year old, you would think he would have caught on that being nice to humans is a good thing. Suppose part of it is, it is spring and the hormones are going, but it is still cool enough for slow cooked chicken.


Caught up on reading and see that tomorrow is day 6. But since I've been moving so slowly with these eggs it is probably better to think that tomorrow is day 7, so I get around to candle by day 10.
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here's another project I have been working on. Converting my old dog houses into chicken houses. These dog houses were older than mud and falling apart.
he boxes are made out of wood from a old pigeon ranch they torn down around the corner from me.
I found out when most of the good wood was gone. But I got enough.
You guys dont laugh at my un-even cuts. Red, blue. green yellow , white.... I put a yellow base coat on it but want to paint it all different colors when summer comes. Still have nest boxes to complete for the last one.

my chickens use them for a toilet a see how much they appreciate all my hard work....

good use for old dog houses. old canvans trucker trap, old fence for ramp, And brand new 2 by 4s for Home depot. May get done someday.... Made 5 of them. That a lot of painting.
I see dog houses on craigslist all the time



Sometime it amazes me how much you can re-cycle

LOvely job recycling!!! Ugly to beautiful!
 
OK....after reading like ten pages a day for the last 3 or 4 days I GIVE!!! I cheated and just went to the end. I don't know how anybody keeps up with this?

So yesterday I tried to candle and egg for the first time. I couldn't see a thing! I don't know if I am going to worry about it. Let 'em cook and keep my eye out for seeping and my nose out for the stinkers! Below is my pic I'd like to submit for the calendar contest. It is a pic of Einstein, she was a very smart chicken, here she is giving out some serious stink eye!

 
It took me over an hour to catch up... and that's just since lunch.

off to teach my class en Español.

See y'all about 8:30....

I'm translating this story into Spanish tonight... Teaching about Christ's Atonement....


I have a simple story I would like to recount. It is something of a parable. I do not have the name of the author. Perhaps it will have special interest for our children. I hope it will be a reminder for all.
“Years ago there was a little one-room schoolhouse in the mountains of Virginia where the boys were so rough that no teacher had been able to handle them.
“A young, inexperienced teacher applied, and the old director scanned him and asked: ‘Young fellow, do you know that you are asking for an awful beating? Every teacher that we have had here for years has had to take one.’
“‘I will risk it,’ he replied.
“The first day of school came, and the teacher appeared for duty. One big fellow named Tom whispered: ‘I won’t need any help with this one. I can lick him myself.’
“The teacher said, ‘Good morning, boys, we have come to conduct school.’ They yelled and made fun at the top of their voices. ‘Now, I want a good school, but I confess that I do not know how unless you help me. Suppose we have a few rules. You tell me, and I will write them on the blackboard.’
“One fellow yelled, ‘No stealing!’ Another yelled, ‘On time.’ Finally, ten rules appeared on the blackboard.
“‘Now,’ said the teacher, ‘a law is not good unless there is a penalty attached. What shall we do with one who breaks the rules?’
“‘Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,’ came the response from the class.
“‘That is pretty severe, boys. Are you sure that you are ready to stand by it?’ Another yelled, ‘I second the motion,’ and the teacher said, ‘All right, we will live by them! Class, come to order!’
“In a day or so, ‘Big Tom’ found that his lunch had been stolen. The thief was located—a little hungry fellow, about ten years old. ‘We have found the thief and he must be punished according to your rule—ten stripes across the back. Jim, come up here!’ the teacher said.
“The little fellow, trembling, came up slowly with a big coat fastened up to his neck and pleaded, ‘Teacher, you can lick me as hard as you like, but please, don’t take my coat off!’
“‘Take your coat off,’ the teacher said. ‘You helped make the rules!’
“‘Oh, teacher, don’t make me!’ He began to unbutton, and what did the teacher see? The boy had no shirt on, and revealed a bony little crippled body.
“‘How can I whip this child?’ he thought. ‘But I must, I must do something if I am to keep this school.’ Everything was quiet as death.
“‘How come you aren’t wearing a shirt, Jim?’
“He replied, ‘My father died and my mother is very poor. I have only one shirt and she is washing it today, and I wore my brother’s big coat to keep me warm.’
“The teacher, with rod in hand, hesitated. Just then ‘Big Tom’ jumped to his feet and said, ‘Teacher, if you don’t object, I will take Jim’s licking for him.’
“‘Very well, there is a certain law that One can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?’
“Off came Tom’s coat, and after five strokes the rod broke! The teacher bowed his head in his hands and thought, ‘How can I finish this awful task?’ Then he heard the class sobbing, and what did he see? Little Jim had reached up and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. ‘Tom, I’m sorry that I stole your lunch, but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!’”
To lift a phrase from this simple story, Jesus, my Redeemer, has taken “my licking for me” and yours for you.
 

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