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Looks like a baby lavender on the right side??
So, Friday we went to Casa de Beaner and got doggy love (also doggy footy prints on my jeans, but I wore the pre-chickened jeans that were already somewhat dirty). Frankie is cute, Molly is adorable.
That night I doscovered that for some unknown reason, my calico sillkie roo, Spikely, had died. He was an adorable, loveable boy, very sweet and friendly. So I was sad. Spikely is now buried under an oak sapling....
The brooder fit on the truck, complete with legs. But DH whacked off the legs when we got home and used them to make the shelf under the brooder. So the brooder is on a high shelf, and has a shelf beneath is with space for a tub to be used as a drawer underneath? Make sense? If not, I can get pictures eventually....
I didn't feel good Friday. I felt worse Saturday. But is was a lovely day, and I expected rain on Sunday. So I helped DH install the brooder, and played with the chickens.
The it didn't rain Sunday, and was a gorgeous day. So I spent a lot of time outside again, playing with chickens and letting them free-range.
Also, on Sunday, I did an egg-topsy. Oscar wasn't acting alive, so I tapped a hole in the air-cell end. The whole time I was tapping, DD was screeching, "You're killing it! You're killing it!" I finally turned and said, "If I were killing it, the baby would be screaming louder than YOU! Do you hear anything?" She didn't, and neither did I. SO DH held the egg and I dremeled an opening about the size of a silver dollar arounf the hole I'd tapped. No emu.
When I dumped it out (
not a chore I recommend if you aren't feeling well already) it was obvious that Oscar had left us about 2-weeks or so into incubation.
I washed out the egg really well, and have it drying out now.
A good thing about being terribly stopped up was that the smell never hit me. Hit DH though. He was not amused.....
So Esmerelda is currently alone in the bator..... Until Eduardo arrives from AZ