Shadrach's Ex Battery and Rescued chickens thread.

Boringly, this one is wysiwyg: the -ais is pronounced 'ice', as in ice-cream, so as if spelt Glice.
I'm so silly. It's only just now that I realised that wysiwyg stands for what you see is what you get. I thought it was some Welsh word I didn't understand :oops:
 
I'm so silly. It's only just now that I realised that wysiwyg stands for what you see is what you get. I thought it was some Welsh word I didn't understand :oops:
That was my first reaction too! And I know what wysiwyg is, but in the context, I thought, oh Lord, what is THAT now? If it had an ff, I would have been convinced.
 
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Or an incredibly repellent force to the people in our real lives 😆
Ha, I was thinking about that, too: how the time spent here has saved my loved ones from untold hours of chicken-focused conversation :duc
Yup. I don't even have chickens any more. I have to live vicariously through the rest of you.
That's a good point! Skeksis and her family and descendants are deeply woven through this thread, though.
 
Did you get a high male:female ratio this year, or just hatch lots?
Soooo many boys! 70% in the first 2 batches. Astrid had a small 50/50 hatch. So there are 3 more boys coming along. One I'll definitely keep. Possibly a second ermine.
 
My automatic door is a bit complex, I guess, but very predictable: I get up, pull a sweatshirt over my nightgown, grind the coffee and get it brewing, wobble outside to the run door, automatically forgetting to get the key lanyard for the padlock, going back to get the lanyard, THEN unlocking the run door, and get run over by five pullets determined to get out and do... what, exactly?
I used to be an automatic door just like that.:p
The big advantage was If I didn't open on time I opened a bit later. The door I've got now, if it doesn't open, it doesn't open.:(
 
Yes. His hatchday was April 29th, 2018. He was euthanized about 4 months ago.

I'm sorry to read this. How old was he?
Henry was between nine and ten years old when he died.
We had a devastating few weeks that suddenly left me with just Henry's two daughters. Henry's favourite hen, Fret, the mother of all the chicks that hatched and one of their daughters, Tull, all died within a few weeks of each other.
 

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