When CC died I felt really bad I didn't have eggs of hers. She had crooked toes and a downturned tail so I had purposely not hatched her eggs at first. I always thought it was from being malpo but wasn't sure. I was going to test that theory next hatch.Honestly Apryl, I am so bad at remembering dates. I think he took sick about a little over a month ago (I have to go back and check my posts) and he was prolly doing the deed right up till the weekend I noticed he stopped crowing.
(GOD I miss that Cemani crow. Sometimes I do it to myself "rr-rrr-RRRR-rr!!!" just to hear something like it, and sometimes I still expect to hear it when I go out to the coop. Silly, I know. But he would always crow when he was happy to see me, and I miss that terribly.)
I'm not gonna start a thread, but if you guys are interested, I will give daily updates here! Truly, I don't really expect any to be viable, but I have the eggs. And I just have to know. And if I got any of his babies, why that would be just wonderful, like a part of him would live on!

It took me years to accept that "I'm sick" I didn't want to take meds and be a crazy person. But a fantastic psychologist helped me. She said things about mental illness that I think I always knew but couldn't admit. (If that makes sense) I know the warning signs and can regulate myself fairly well. Learning to say "no" as to not stretch myself to thin is still hard. I want to do everything I can for people. But if I'm a wreck I'm no help at all.Ah, but I *am* a success story, DD!
I've lived with it for most of my life, and am still here (as the Pearl Jam lyrics go: Hey, hey, I, oh, I'm still alive. And that, quite simply, is the truth.)
25+ years of meds, therapy on/off, great self-awareness, support groups, a million self-help books, treatment in a partial-crazyhouse (and subsequent graduation from same) and--for the most part--an impressive resume and career, at least on paper. Hell, I was even featured on the cover of a veterinary journal once for a short story that I wrote (of course, it was a dirty one about a dog penis, and to this day I still can't believe that is my claim to fame, ha).
I am managed well with meds, and the skills I have acquired throughout the years. If
I ever feel myself slipping, I get the help I need. I know how to take care of myself.
I just have this propensity to be lazy and a layabout, and when I don't have the structure of a full-time job keeping me on track, I waste huge amounts of time, feel guilty about it, and then get a bit more in a hole. I have been this way ever since I was a kid. Summer vacation would be great for a couple weeks, and then....I would start to get in trouble.
I am going to put myself on a daily schedule, write one out, as stupid as that sounds, until I can get steady work again.
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Here you go, DD.(Don't hate on the awful haircut and huge bags under the eyes, I was finishing my ortho rotation in vet school, and was very sleep deprived and unstylish.)
See? Success story. At least I was, at one point in time.
Eh, still a success story, cuz I'm still alive and here to annoy you all...!
You WANT a rooster. LOL That almost never happens.Really? How old do you think those eggs were? That's awesome!
Now I really wish I didn't scramble up those older eggs and feed them to the chooks....I hope at least one of them is viable and I get one roo boy!
Tomorrow they go in the bator....
