Major's story would make for a great, albeit sad, animated film.I remember learning about Major.
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Major's story would make for a great, albeit sad, animated film.I remember learning about Major.
Ah, that's one thing I miss about living in a Global North city -- all of the fabulous diversity of food and music and culture of people from all over the world.Spoilt for choice here. Got everything from East African to Polish shops.
Sorry you are going through a hard time. You know, even though I still have chickens, and new chicks hatching and all the exciting stuff, not a day goes by that I don't miss my best girls Cleo and Butchie. They were so special, each in their own way. Cleo because she was smart and tough and such a capable senior hen. Butichie because she was just so sweet and really needed us. It's very hard to lose the ones that are close to us.I've been depressed since Skeksis died. This past week has been especially tough for some unknown reason. I miss being able to just go outside and spending time with chickens. It was basically my therapy.
I thinks that's Perris's portion.
Can you believe I've cooked that stuff for my own meals!
I don't know what's come over me. I don't eat birdseed.
I did some beans the other day. It took about 26 hours to make a rather unappetizing looking broth. One hour cooking, then twenty four hours after cooking fermenting with frequent water changes. Cold beans on cous cous.
I'm going to get some help, either that or a recipe book.
Yep, down the wrong hatch is all I can think. I've seen them slurp down snakes like linguini.Must have gone down the windpipe.
Since mine have eaten whole mice and a quarter of a fledgling robin.
Sorry you are going through a hard time. You know, even though I still have chickens, and new chicks hatching and all the exciting stuff, not a day goes by that I don't miss my best girls Cleo and Butchie. They were so special, each in their own way. Cleo because she was smart and tough and such a capable senior hen. Butichie because she was just so sweet and really needed us. It's very hard to lose the ones that are close to us.
We had an issue with northern fowl mites a few years ago. Tiny, brown, like to run around their vents but can often be seen on the skin if you part their feathers. They can be visible on surfaces like roosts if you look very closely. Our mites liked plastic and could be found on our waterers.I believe it’s northern fowl mite. It doesn’t look like lice to me, and they aren’t red. I think I might use Sevin spray to get the vertical surfaces in the coop, and I’ve mixed sand into their dust bathing areas just to try to break up the clay a bit more for them. I’m seeing an improvement, just have to keep at it until I’ve made it through all the eggs, I suppose.
Love the nicknameTaxes for mite talk: Stilton (a.k.a., Mr. November ) warming his feet on Beakwipe's lap. (I'm Beakwipe. That's my chicken name.) His hackles are molting in funny layers, but it's looking like he might grow fluffier cheek muffs this year.
We've had a lot of warm weather, so on this unusually chilly day, when the sun never came out from behind the wildfire smoke, he was happy to relax/nap/preen for almost 30 minutes with me after he safely rounded all the hens back in from the orchard.
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I'm so sorry you are going through such a difficult time. I was wondering if a small indoor bird such as a cockatiel or small parrot would be something you can do or would consider. A handfed one can be amazingly personable and cuddly. Nobody will ever replace Skeksis, but you may find a new love.I went from two to zero. Chippy is still alive, but she's not with me any more.