She said/He said Who's right? Who's wrong? No one!

[WalnutHill]

or


Winner, winner, chicken hawk dinner

I think BYC's stories are getting into my head

 

[scflock]

or Winner, winner, chicken hawk dinner I think BYC's stories are getting into my head

I will be close enough to vaporize that thing

 

[chicapee]

The Advil is working but I still feel it, I hate that! Anyway, nothing yet. Honestly, I'm loosing hope now. 10:30 tonight starts day 21. I've never not had any hatch on day 20, let alone not even a pip. Not a good sign!
What the heck! How did it get in? That is not right! He's gotta go! So sorry!

I have always hatched on day 21, for my few past hatches. I will get pips day 20 but nothing out til 21. I think having more eggs dispersed the heat more evenly.

 

[scflock]

I have always hatched on day 21, for my few past hatches. I will get pips day 20 but nothing out til 21. I think having more eggs dispersed the heat more evenly.

I am not concerned yet, but I have always had one **** on day 20, and usually several by the start of day 21. With the black copper eggs, and the lower humidity, it could just be a little slower developing

 

[chicapee]

Sounds like he bent a spot between 2 roof panels. I'll have to check when I get home. My wife says one fresh chick in the incubator. I don't know about pips, but this is almost a day late for me

Excellent, many more to follow.

 

[scflock]

I am not concerned yet, but I have always had one **** on day 20, and usually several by the start of day 21. With the black copper eggs, and the lower humidity, it could just be a little slower developing

Voice texting
Siri must have heard something other than hatch

 

[FridayYet]

I am not concerned yet, but I have always had one **** on day 20, and usually several by the start of day 21. With the black copper eggs, and the lower humidity, it could just be a little slower developing

OK, that looks really funny with the asterisks.....

 

[FridayYet]

Voice texting

Siri must have heard something other than hatch

Was wondering what was going on...

 

[scflock]

Was wondering what was going on...

My Siri has a filthy mouth. She doesn't spell my user name right, either

 

[AmyPaperlady]

Sheesh, a young friend of ours, who's a married father, just made me feel old. Turns out my husband and I are older than his parents! Well, OK, I'm older than his parents, and my husband is a year younger than his dad, and the same age as his mom. (I'm 4 years older than my husband. We met and started dating when I was 21. I didn't know his age until we'd been dating for a couple of weeks (hey, we met in community college, so I assumed he was at least 18...) Why, yes, I was paranoid until his birthday 6 months later; why do you ask?) Makes me even prouder of the fact that my husband did better than our friend when he did a practice pack test with him! The test is for firefighting (our friend has all his certifications, but the pack test has to be taken annually) and involves running 3 miles with a 45 pound pack in 45 minutes. Our friend passed, barely. My husband completed the test in 34 minutes!

My husband had shovel duty this morning. Our leghorn had had a prolapse a few months ago, but I helped to resolve it. We hadn't gotten any real eggs from her since, though I've found a few leathery white shells under the roost since then. I'm pretty sure she was laying internally as well, but I couldn't feel any swelling in her abdomen, and she was eating and drinking great, and at the top of the pecking order. Walking completely normally, too. Sunday afternoon, as I was getting everyone into the coop in preparation for them to be locked in until we got back from camping, she was puffed up, droopy-winged, and statue-standing

She was also badly prolapsed. Even worse, I was able to walk up to her and pick her up with no protest or struggle whatsoever. Since Frieda and the chicks were out, I put Omelette II in the getting-to-know-you pen with lots of food and water (I'd just stocked it for Frieda and the chicks) and closed the top. Just as I was expecting, when we got home last night, I had a white corpse. Not sure when she passed, since we weren't here, but since the food looked untouched and the body wasn't stiff this morning, I'm guessing it was sometime Sunday night. The fact that she was head-down under the roost points to that, as well. I feel like a bad chicken owner, but she simply wasn't presenting any signs of suffering as late as Sunday morning when I let everyone into the run, and I didn't have time to look in on them before I locked them up, because we had church and then I had to finish packing up the camper while my husband did the Sunday afternoon street ministry. At least she didn't get pecked at when she couldn't defend herself, or after she couldn't feel anything anyway.

In other news, I've got something coming in the mail from Walnut