Outgrown brooder...

Here's the terrorists making there way to a "free range" little lot world!


This really brings to mind the old "ethics" and "Morality" question.


If one could travel back in time and "eliminate" Adolph Hilter as a child should one?



They are so cute at that age. but what they become.....:he:he:he


:gig:gig:gig:gig:gig:gig:gig:lau:lau:lau:lau:lau:gig:gig

Do you have a full grown prison set up for them as they age? Of course, a reform school will be needed sooner than a prison.....
 
We have about 2 acres of "reform school" for them to graze and terrorize from. I'm hoping that'll keep them busy & not having them terrorize the other animals. :fl
We have 10 Turkey poults coming April 11th...yes, yes, I know even more headache:idunno, but my son wanted the turkeys so .. Why not? :confused:
Between the various ages & breeds of chickens (some purchased, others incubated from our own stock), the juvenile ducklings, the accidental mistaken delivery of 20 mallards I didn't tell yall about (Ideal sent them to our address instead of the address where they were suppose to go to the rightful owner in AZ...we were more than shocked at that unexpected delivery :eek:) that are a month old & still tiny (we've decided they're the Bantam of the Duck world or extremely slow growers), our grown chickens, guineas & ducks PLUS the goats... The geese should have more than enough to "keep them busy". I guess we shall see. :fl
 
Update : We made it through the storms unharmed :oops:, Praise the Lord! No one looks shell shocked by the experience as all were inside the barn & all hatches battoned down.:wee

Now for the next three nights of low 30's temps to get past and, hopefully, we'll be homefree for everyone to readjust. :bow:ya
 
@AUTZ It is so good to see you are willing to take in lessor breeds of birds.

Your son is a budding genius as evidenced by his love of turkeys.

When I had geese, I found they refused to stay in their cute little comfy walled off area. They insisted on finding a way out. They would waddle their ugly little butts up to the chicken coop leaving a trail of squirted poop the entire distance.

Once at the coop they would mix the feed with much, poo and what ever waterfowl cooties they were carrying. They turned
me from the sweet luvable person you all know me as into a grouchy anti-goose person. Luckily I have recovered back to my normal me after a few years.

They were terrible critters. The last straw was when I was working on my truck in my shed. Minding my own business. The geese were happily harassing the turkeys, guineas and chickens. I rolled on my creeper, and reached out to pull myself out from under my truck and stuck my hand firmly into a pile of goose poop. I have no idea how they snuck in there and managed to all poop in one place, the same place I would place my hand. That was the last straw.

I sold them about 2 days later losing 5 bucks apiece on the geese. I was happy to have them gone.


Also by selling the geese I was allowed to see my grand daughters again. My daughter had declared as long as I had geese they would not be visiting....it appears she had some kind of childhood trauma caused by the geese my parents had owned.

I hope your reformatory has hig walls and a good foundation so they do not tunnel out.

After selling the geese to a guy about 50 miles from here, I started to get packages of strange white powdery substance in the mail and anonymous death threats via phone and internet, which lead me to conclude, the new owner was enjoying the geese as much as I did...
 
@AUTZ It is so good to see you are willing to take in lessor breeds of birds.

Your son is a budding genius as evidenced by his love of turkeys.

When I had geese, I found they refused to stay in their cute little comfy walled off area. They insisted on finding a way out. They would waddle their ugly little butts up to the chicken coop leaving a trail of squirted poop the entire distance.

Once at the coop they would mix the feed with much, poo and what ever waterfowl cooties they were carrying. They turned
me from the sweet luvable person you all know me as into a grouchy anti-goose person. Luckily I have recovered back to my normal me after a few years.

They were terrible critters. The last straw was when I was working on my truck in my shed. Minding my own business. The geese were happily harassing the turkeys, guineas and chickens. I rolled on my creeper, and reached out to pull myself out from under my truck and stuck my hand firmly into a pile of goose poop. I have no idea how they snuck in there and managed to all poop in one place, the same place I would place my hand. That was the last straw.

I sold them about 2 days later losing 5 bucks apiece on the geese. I was happy to have them gone.


Also by selling the geese I was allowed to see my grand daughters again. My daughter had declared as long as I had geese they would not be visiting....it appears she had some kind of childhood trauma caused by the geese my parents had owned.

I hope your reformatory has hig walls and a good foundation so they do not tunnel out.

After selling the geese to a guy about 50 miles from here, I started to get packages of strange white powdery substance in the mail and anonymous death threats via phone and internet, which lead me to conclude, the new owner was enjoying the geese as much as I did...
:lau:lau

That same son is going on & on about Sebastopols! :th
Uhm, I'm in the firm corner of let's wait until next season and see if we really really love our geese that much! :love:idunno
 

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