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its not nuts, they are like pets! each one is an individual with its own personality.
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its not nuts, they are like pets! each one is an individual with its own personality.
Aw your husband and son sound like real winners! What sweeties!
I seriously can't wait to see how this feed barn turns out. Score on the flooring too! Dang!
She doesn't pay me any mind when I come around. Doesn't acknowledge me until I pick her up. Then when I am feeding her she just seems glazed over. She looks at me but isn't really looking at me. I can almost sense a bit of resentment from her. It's like she's already given up and I'm just getting in the way of her letting go. Sounds deep but I swear that's what I get from her. Just no will. I'm not gonna give up. She's gonna make it. I fed her last night at 10, 2, and 6am. I'll do that again.
I seriously can't wait to see how this feed barn turns out. Score on the flooring too! Dang!
She doesn't pay me any mind when I come around. Doesn't acknowledge me until I pick her up. Then when I am feeding her she just seems glazed over. She looks at me but isn't really looking at me. I can almost sense a bit of resentment from her. It's like she's already given up and I'm just getting in the way of her letting go. Sounds deep but I swear that's what I get from her. Just no will. I'm not gonna give up. She's gonna make it. I fed her last night at 10, 2, and 6am. I'll do that again.
its not nuts, they are like pets! each one is an individual with its own personality.
It's true! That's why I love it here- you all understand me!
Lacy, I would love to see pics of your place. It sounds wonderful.
Aubrey, I'm praying Mama comes through this. Don't forget Bella gave up too last year and now look at her. She's my best bird over all, it's like her and I are best friends. She won't let anything happen to me. She protects me if she must. Mama can do this too. The round worm is the only worm that can penetrate chicken eggs so keep a good watch out for them. They may show up in them.
My chickens and ducks are pets too with benefits. lol
Aubrey, I'm praying Mama comes through this. Don't forget Bella gave up too last year and now look at her. She's my best bird over all, it's like her and I are best friends. She won't let anything happen to me. She protects me if she must. Mama can do this too. The round worm is the only worm that can penetrate chicken eggs so keep a good watch out for them. They may show up in them.
My chickens and ducks are pets too with benefits. lol
Oh, let me not be remiss... my daughter stayed inside while we worked outside and she cleaned up a bit and she made dinner. Sauteed chicken breasts with marinara sauce, stuffed zucchini (mozzarella cheese and marinara sauce) and hand braided herbed bread.
It was an excellent dinner!
Sheryl, my place is not wonderful but I do really like it here and it is home. It needs a lot of work. I will take some pictures though and share the progress of my feed barn.
Thanks y'all, for being here for me.
It was an excellent dinner!
Sheryl, my place is not wonderful but I do really like it here and it is home. It needs a lot of work. I will take some pictures though and share the progress of my feed barn.
Thanks y'all, for being here for me.
*sigh* well this morning i checked on mama and felt her crop, and to my surprise she still had chunks of egg in there from yesterday morning. GREAT. well i sat down with her and fed her some oil and warm water and massaged that sucker to death cuz she really needs to be taking in that food. I think i may have found the problem. I felt something hard, long, and skinny floating around in there. I have no clue if its just something that chickens have in their crops are what, but now i am paranoid that she has something in there thats keeping her from getting all of her food. UGH! I hope I am just being paranoid. Massaged for a while and I think broke up a lot of that scrambled egg for her
Oh boy. When it rains, it pours hu?
What I do... get some more oil into her. It doesn't have to be mixed with water. I use olive oil, about a tablespoon and massage the heck out of that mass. Try to break it up. Your hands will probably be very tired, but could spell the difference.
Goodness!
Well, she's survived longer than you expected and to tell the truth, longer than I expected too. The wobbly head thing...
What I do... get some more oil into her. It doesn't have to be mixed with water. I use olive oil, about a tablespoon and massage the heck out of that mass. Try to break it up. Your hands will probably be very tired, but could spell the difference.
Goodness!
Well, she's survived longer than you expected and to tell the truth, longer than I expected too. The wobbly head thing...
I don't know if I have anything cheery....just odd. Just came back from Mom's house and I'm now bona fide sure it is haunted! Furthermore, I'm pretty sue it's Dad.
The house is a big wooden ramshackle thing over 100 years old which has been in the family since it was converted from a barn. (So, yes, I did grow up IN a barn) Dad died about 7 years ago and Mom has been rambling about in her childhood home comfortably as it's her second skin. Lately due to her advancing Parkinsons she has been having falls and in the interim when she's in the hospital (and even when she's not) I've gone up to visit and stay and help out with paperwork and maintenance.
The first incidence which was weird was I was reading in the room directly above the kitchen one night and distinctly heard the cast iron furniture in the breakfast dining nook being dragged about the floor downstairs as if someone pushed the chair back, stood up and then pushed the chair back under the table.
The second incidence was I was in the back bedroom and heard the light switches on the landing being flipped. These are not the flimsy plastic switchplates that you find nowadays, but big brass switches that have a very distinct one-of-a-kind sound when tripped.
This last trip up I decided to enjoy the creature comforts of the master suite (the only room in the house with cable TV) and set up camp there while Mom was in the hospital. After an evening of working on my laptop, I unplugged it and then very deliberately plugged the extension cord that powered the answering machine, portable phone handset station and Life Alert into the wall. At 3:03 a.m. on 10/13 all sorts of chaos broke loose on the desk. The answering machine was beeping and the phone was chirping. I unhooked myself from my CPAP (so, no, I wasn't sleepwalking) and went over to the desk. The extension cord was nearly pulled out and dangling at a very odd angle! Now, logic tells me that it wouldn't take 5 hours for gravity to assist a plug falling out of a socket (if that is at all possible). Logic also tells me that if that plug were in that position that all the commotion would've happened a lot earlier due to unstable electrical currents. I wasn't frightened by this, but rather annoyed as I don't sleep well at my folks house anyway (go figger) and slumber is a precious commodity that I enjoy not having interrupted. <(thankfully, my husband understands this and lets sleeping Wifey be as much as possible)
I actually didn't think much more about the incident until I got a call from Life Alert the next morning that they were getting a low battery signal from the unit. I then called my sister and mentioned the goings on and she was kind of flummoxed about the freaky event and then postulated that maybe that's why Mom's recent companion dog Daisy was always so sensitive, shy, timid and shaky in the house. (Sis is watching Mom's dog who, miraculously, is not a nervous-wreck rescue but a jump-in-your-face tail waggin' love monster.)
I kind of think it's Dad. He spent a lot of time at the kitchen table. He was always the last one up the stairs at night and would turn off the lights from the landing. He probably also was upset that there was somebody else (not Mom) sleeping in the bed. And he would have no idea who Daisy is as we got her after Ginger (his and Mom's dog) died last year.
So here's a question for y'all.... I know when you sell a house you have to disclose physical defects, construction defects and if, say, a murder happened within the four walls. Do you have to disclose paranormal activity? (Of course, the flipside is since I'm the only one experiencing this thus far that I'm just crazy and there's no need for disclosure....except that this last bit is verified by the Life Alert people that there was a middle of the night disturbance)
Occasionally I see Zak Bagans (Ghost Adventures) in our local supermarket here in Henderson. Wonder if they'd like a field trip to the Bay Area? (Truth be told, the first time I saw him I didn't immediately recognize it was him as I was mesmorized by his tatts and ripped biceps -- blush blush. And, yes, he was wearing his silly too-tight T-shirt.) <(which begs a second question: So when does one go from being a DOL-in-training to a full-fledged DOL?)
DOL = dirty old lady
The house is a big wooden ramshackle thing over 100 years old which has been in the family since it was converted from a barn. (So, yes, I did grow up IN a barn) Dad died about 7 years ago and Mom has been rambling about in her childhood home comfortably as it's her second skin. Lately due to her advancing Parkinsons she has been having falls and in the interim when she's in the hospital (and even when she's not) I've gone up to visit and stay and help out with paperwork and maintenance.
The first incidence which was weird was I was reading in the room directly above the kitchen one night and distinctly heard the cast iron furniture in the breakfast dining nook being dragged about the floor downstairs as if someone pushed the chair back, stood up and then pushed the chair back under the table.
The second incidence was I was in the back bedroom and heard the light switches on the landing being flipped. These are not the flimsy plastic switchplates that you find nowadays, but big brass switches that have a very distinct one-of-a-kind sound when tripped.
This last trip up I decided to enjoy the creature comforts of the master suite (the only room in the house with cable TV) and set up camp there while Mom was in the hospital. After an evening of working on my laptop, I unplugged it and then very deliberately plugged the extension cord that powered the answering machine, portable phone handset station and Life Alert into the wall. At 3:03 a.m. on 10/13 all sorts of chaos broke loose on the desk. The answering machine was beeping and the phone was chirping. I unhooked myself from my CPAP (so, no, I wasn't sleepwalking) and went over to the desk. The extension cord was nearly pulled out and dangling at a very odd angle! Now, logic tells me that it wouldn't take 5 hours for gravity to assist a plug falling out of a socket (if that is at all possible). Logic also tells me that if that plug were in that position that all the commotion would've happened a lot earlier due to unstable electrical currents. I wasn't frightened by this, but rather annoyed as I don't sleep well at my folks house anyway (go figger) and slumber is a precious commodity that I enjoy not having interrupted. <(thankfully, my husband understands this and lets sleeping Wifey be as much as possible)
I actually didn't think much more about the incident until I got a call from Life Alert the next morning that they were getting a low battery signal from the unit. I then called my sister and mentioned the goings on and she was kind of flummoxed about the freaky event and then postulated that maybe that's why Mom's recent companion dog Daisy was always so sensitive, shy, timid and shaky in the house. (Sis is watching Mom's dog who, miraculously, is not a nervous-wreck rescue but a jump-in-your-face tail waggin' love monster.)
I kind of think it's Dad. He spent a lot of time at the kitchen table. He was always the last one up the stairs at night and would turn off the lights from the landing. He probably also was upset that there was somebody else (not Mom) sleeping in the bed. And he would have no idea who Daisy is as we got her after Ginger (his and Mom's dog) died last year.
So here's a question for y'all.... I know when you sell a house you have to disclose physical defects, construction defects and if, say, a murder happened within the four walls. Do you have to disclose paranormal activity? (Of course, the flipside is since I'm the only one experiencing this thus far that I'm just crazy and there's no need for disclosure....except that this last bit is verified by the Life Alert people that there was a middle of the night disturbance)
Occasionally I see Zak Bagans (Ghost Adventures) in our local supermarket here in Henderson. Wonder if they'd like a field trip to the Bay Area? (Truth be told, the first time I saw him I didn't immediately recognize it was him as I was mesmorized by his tatts and ripped biceps -- blush blush. And, yes, he was wearing his silly too-tight T-shirt.) <(which begs a second question: So when does one go from being a DOL-in-training to a full-fledged DOL?)
DOL = dirty old lady
Hmmm regarding house history: I'd say that's a nondisclosure thing. So many people don't even believe in hauntings, and I'm of the opinion that belief in something encourages it to happen more. Bad construction, axe murder... those are all facts that can't be disputed. If an axe murder happened, it happened. A haunting could be a problem for one person and not for another. And then there are many different religious ways to deal with a haunting, depending on the person's own persuasion. At the most, I'd mention it to a realtor and let them decide if it needs to be disclosed to the public.
Two duck eggs today! Woohoo! So both of my girlies are laying. Oh, and the andalusians are with the rest of the flock for the first time today. They're not having a good day, but they'll get used to it. It's a big yard, and they're together. When they couldn't find each other, Oh'no found Tapas and herded her toward Paella. But after that, she tried to herd those two to the rest of the flock, and we told her not to. It's kind of nice for them to have a corner of the big yard to hide in until everyone works things out.
Two duck eggs today! Woohoo! So both of my girlies are laying. Oh, and the andalusians are with the rest of the flock for the first time today. They're not having a good day, but they'll get used to it. It's a big yard, and they're together. When they couldn't find each other, Oh'no found Tapas and herded her toward Paella. But after that, she tried to herd those two to the rest of the flock, and we told her not to. It's kind of nice for them to have a corner of the big yard to hide in until everyone works things out.
I just logged on and reading all this broke my heart. I feel for Mama.
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