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My husband has decided he doesn't want her anymore, because she is not lovey dovey like our sun conure was. She is more typical quaker. She talks and laughs, but she is moody.
I spent 2.5 hours rearranging my farm yesterday. My husband thinks I am officially crazy.
Engir, thanks for the offer. I was kinda hoping to have my own layers this Spring. Maybe my last 3 babies will be girls and they'll make it. If not, we'll make a deal.
Metoo Carah...maybe it's the fall...Hang in there...we are women, hear us ROAR!!
I just came in fromk the coop and I think my silkie peep broke its leg at the joint. I don't really know how to tell....I hold it in the air and it just ahngs there...It looks like it's in pain as well....what can I do....? Anything? Or just cull it?
I haven't culled any of mine yet, but I do have one that definitely has to go. A beautifully marked golden duckwing stag that had the misfortune of inheriting slate legs.
I have tortured myself by letting him grow out.
Don't cull him. He can relocate to my place.
lol, are you sure? He's out of a project breeding between a silver wheaten cubalaya female and a duckwing marked asil x american game male.
Here's his ma & pa:
And a full brother (who's more of a black breasted gold than a true golden duckwing):
I have to let all of the F1s go (i.e. cull in some manner) when I'm finished breeding them this next year. Unless, I don't get a good hatch out of them. Unfortunately, I can't keep them all!
Your little baseball bat is safe and sound leaning against my frig in the kitchen. I am kind of glad to have it. People come over and ask me if I play a lot of softball or something, because I have a baseball bat in almost every room! They were my only home defense weapon for a while, and I still have them leaning behind doors everywhere. Now that I actually type that, it makes me seem kind of weird to even myself...nah!
Hey City....I don't think it is strange at all. Before my DH and I got married I was single with 2 little girls to raise. I lived at a dead end street with no one across the street. I got broken into and from then on I kept a baseball bat behind the front door, one under my bed, a big butcher knife and a solid zink bat between the mattress and box springs.
NO ONE was going to hurt my baby girls if I could help it. LOL
A little while after my DH and I got married he one day asked if he could get rid of my weapons. We laughed so much over that.
I had completely forgotten about the weapons. DH said he didn't want me having a nightmare and think he was the "bad" guy. Lol He felt confident he could take care of me.