NY chicken lover!!!!

I'd agree with you glass....I also think that image of the past also is sometimes an image of poor kept animals or misuse..in the case where one person ruins it all for everyone. Like pit bulls....people who misuse the animal....now all pit bulls have a bad name..but I've met a few who couldn't hurt a fly.


Have a great week everyone, we have some nicer weather to look forward to.
 
I will say that three months ago you would have called me a citiot...and honestly I'm not offended..but I will say its a lack of education on my part. I grew up in the nice suburbs....no one had chickens...we hatched out some in science class in 6th grade...the only chick to hatch got stepped on by a girl who took it home for weekend care....so I had no exposure...no chicken education. Mind you my father grew up with every kind of animal. I visited farms, but that's exactly where I felt they belonged. Now In three short months I have a complete different opinion. I am in love with these babies and doing all kinds of crazy things for them that I never would have imagined. I am now afraid of my neighbors! Even knowing its legal, I'm afraid, but I hope they decide to stop over and get educated ...it's the whole reason I'm doing this, to educate my children. Food can come from your backyard, you can grow it, you can have a healthy relationship with food and you should know where it comes from. So I hope that the person who complained, gets a little education and changes their opinion and spreads the word themselves. If a petition is started for that neighbor....I would gladly sign my name to that
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that is not what I call a citiot. A Citiot is a 2nd home person, in this area their main residence is NYC. They buy a 2nd home here then act like they are still in the city. Rude, obnoxious, disrespectful to locals. They try to dictate with their money and percieved power what they feel the "country" should be. I know a lot of them 1st hand. My area became inundated with them starting in the mid 80's.
They are easy to spot. When they stop at a local convienient store they don't pay attention to parking lines. As the rules don't apply to them. They then set their car alarms and line up at the bathrooms. They pass you on the road in residential areas where the speed limit is 35 doing 60. Again, the rules don't apply to them. They tailgate and pass you or the tractor in front of you on a blind curve.They look down on me when they pull in my yard to buy furniture because there are chickens running around. They can't understand why the neighbor has goats. They think that makes them weird. I could go on, but I think you get the idea.....
 
Apartment is finally done. YEAH!!! Found mouse droppings all over the place. WHO lives like that? Don't they know about GERMS? This is the time of year mice come in, I know that. But you clean up the droppings, don't you?

There is a tiny town in Central NY called Cherry Valley. It's been all but ruined by City folk. They come up, buy a place, set up a store/shop in part of it that is open 10 - 4 and wonder why they can't make a decent living. Then they close the shop and board it up and leave the place vacant. I don't find too much rudeness,, just a lot of "holier than thou" type attitude. They do spend a lot of money fixing the place up, but they bring in the workers from other areas and don't really add to the local economy much. Even the school closed due to declining enrollment.

One of my chicks went missing this past weekend. It was one of the Lav Ameruacanas that wasn't feathering out. At all. I think it died and the rest of the flock ate it. There isn't a piece of it left anywhere. Ewwww. Cannibals.

I have black walnuts if anyone wants to pick them up off my yard. I'm done harvesting what I want. I have 4 large laundry baskets full of them yet to process and that's enough for my needs. There are two other trees on the property. The squirrels can have those,, I don't mow under them, so they don't have to be picked up.

Hope everyone is enjoying the warmer temps. They won't last, but it sure feels good out there right now.
 
Yes, those are actions and very clearly show the ignorance of their worldly ways. I imagine that you would encounter these people with your woodwork, which I very much admire. We meet the very wealthy also, but rarely do they come to the house, since my husband is a truly fine trim carpenter. There is an architect who has come over a couple of times, and our best customer, who has employed every one of us a few times. The customers came over to see our Newfie puppy. They fell in love with her, then got two of the world's most expensive newfs for themselves. The wife's mother wants chickens when she moves back to cny from NH...they're pretty good folks.
 
that is not what I call a citiot. A Citiot is a 2nd home person, in this area their main residence is NYC. They buy a 2nd home here then act like they are still in the city. Rude, obnoxious, disrespectful to locals. They try to dictate with their money and percieved power what they feel the "country" should be. I know a lot of them 1st hand. My area became inundated with them starting in the mid 80's.
They are easy to spot. When they stop at a local convienient store they don't pay attention to parking lines. As the rules don't apply to them. They then set their car alarms and line up at the bathrooms. They pass you on the road in residential areas where the speed limit is 35 doing 60. Again, the rules don't apply to them. They tailgate and pass you or the tractor in front of you on a blind curve.They look down on me when they pull in my yard to buy furniture because there are chickens running around. They can't understand why the neighbor has goats. They think that makes them weird. I could go on, but I think you get the idea.....
I am laughing as I read this...because I know people like this...not by choice....but total citiots. I grew up on a horse farm in Alabama, so I am naturally the black sheep when it comes to the friend circle. I find most of these people that I HAVE to know to be oblivious to anyone but themselves and pretentious. Nice to your face when it benefits them, and talk trash about you the SECOND that you walk away. It's quite sad. I have always marched to a different drum, because I don't need to fall in with the crowd. DH started as a citiot, he has come a long way though. I have seen it myself, people come to visit us and thy are like..."you have um, chickens, they are weird looking chickens and aren't they dirty animals?" Well I'm not bringing them into the house and yeah they can be dirty if you don't take care of them. Most people that we know don't have dogs either because they are "dirty". They feel like taking care of their children is an inconvenience and most times, they leave that to someone else. I guess taking care of another living thing would just put them over the edge.
 
when moving chicks it's good to put some sugar in the water. I usually give them a drink or two with an eye dropper. The sugar gives them a lift. BTW be careful with those heat lamps. Chicks don't need to much heat The 99. rule is bogus. 80 - 90 should be ok. Watch them and see how they act. Go by their action more than the books. Those 250 watters are to much IMO. Unless they are in a cold room or barn those lights are too hot. They do sell 175 ers.
I aggree with this. If you are going to use a 250W, make sure the brooder is large enough that the chicks can get out of the heat. I tend to put the lamp at one end of my 3X4 brooder. So Lay under the light at all times, and some are in a dark corner equally as happy.
 
that is not what I call a citiot. A Citiot is a 2nd home person, in this area their main residence is NYC. They buy a 2nd home here then act like they are still in the city. Rude, obnoxious, disrespectful to locals. They try to dictate with their money and percieved power what they feel the "country" should be. I know a lot of them 1st hand. My area became inundated with them starting in the mid 80's.
They are easy to spot. When they stop at a local convienient store they don't pay attention to parking lines. As the rules don't apply to them. They then set their car alarms and line up at the bathrooms. They pass you on the road in residential areas where the speed limit is 35 doing 60. Again, the rules don't apply to them. They tailgate and pass you or the tractor in front of you on a blind curve.They look down on me when they pull in my yard to buy furniture because there are chickens running around. They can't understand why the neighbor has goats. They think that makes them weird. I could go on, but I think you get the idea.....

You and I must know the same people!!! I particularly LOVE how they will move onto a dead end dirt road because it is so quaint, then petition to have it a paved two lane road!!! And your right, there's no cars on the road so drive by me on riding my horse the same one lane dirt road at 60 MPH and get upset when I yell at them to slow down. I like it when they complain that "some one keeps shooting a......(OMG!) a GUN!!! Funny how that makes us target practice just a LITTLE more. Having said this, they are not ALL bad. There are some that are truly decent and with a little countryfying(sp?), fit in well.
 
my personal fav's are the one's who buy land next to a cattle/dairy farm, then complain about the smell... um... hello??? that smell, to me... means many things, not one of them negative. my FIL always said manure "smells like money"... yep, and hard work, determination, love of the land and family, and making sure that the food on the table is the best it can be... but mostly, it smells like hard work...
 
my personal fav's are the one's who buy land next to a cattle/dairy farm, then complain about the smell... um... hello??? that smell, to me... means many things, not one of them negative. my FIL always said manure "smells like money"... yep, and hard work, determination, love of the land and family, and making sure that the food on the table is the best it can be... but mostly, it smells like hard work...
You got that right! My mom grew up out west....home of the mighty cattle stock yards. You can smell them from miles away. Cattle ranching is in her blood, so that smell is quite literally "the smell of money".
 

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