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Daron -
Love to you and yours.
I had some other things quoted last night, but now I have lost them.
I do have a question, though. One of my young ladies, who just started laying perhaps a month or so ago, decided to get broody while we were gone camping for several days last weekend. When we got back, she was sitting on a pile of 20 some eggs, and had pulled out all of her belly feathers. She is too young to molt this Fall... is she going to have a bare belly all Winter?
A few pictures from the weekend, since I haven't bombarded you guys lately. Our family went with my parents, my brothers, one brother's significant other, and my nephew, and all stayed in one tiny cabin with nothing to its name but a small woodstove. (Which we were tempted to light a couple nights!) It sits on the edge of the drop off to a river, which I have never seen so lacking in water, in the woods on my Aunt's farm in Ohio, which is the farm my Mum grew up on.






We spent a lot of our time (that didn't involve cooking or digging holes,
) up and down the river, catching crawdads and other little creatures, finding fossils, following my Mum through the woods to things like, "My favourite rock," or "My favourite log," and playing with the animals. It was a sweet little vacation.

I had some other things quoted last night, but now I have lost them.
I do have a question, though. One of my young ladies, who just started laying perhaps a month or so ago, decided to get broody while we were gone camping for several days last weekend. When we got back, she was sitting on a pile of 20 some eggs, and had pulled out all of her belly feathers. She is too young to molt this Fall... is she going to have a bare belly all Winter?
A few pictures from the weekend, since I haven't bombarded you guys lately. Our family went with my parents, my brothers, one brother's significant other, and my nephew, and all stayed in one tiny cabin with nothing to its name but a small woodstove. (Which we were tempted to light a couple nights!) It sits on the edge of the drop off to a river, which I have never seen so lacking in water, in the woods on my Aunt's farm in Ohio, which is the farm my Mum grew up on.
We spent a lot of our time (that didn't involve cooking or digging holes,
