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Raven, I have that exact same thermometer/hydrometer. I tested it with he salt method and it was spot on in one hour
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Raven, I have that exact same thermometer/hydrometer. I tested it with he salt method and it was spot on in one hour
*searches and bookmarks those as well as IncuKit and IncuTherm*
Raven, I have that exact same thermometer/hydrometer. I tested it with he salt method and it was spot on in one hour
*searches and bookmarks those as well as IncuKit and IncuTherm*
I know, I've down that road before. It was so easy to sell the chicks, I didn't have to stop hatching. They were in the basement, the barn, 3 coops. I stopped hatching when we started campground shopping. My DH promised to build a coop here, but kept forgetting. So to remind him the I put the incubator on the counter in January. Well coop is finished. But I'm just getting started.It's called addiction hatching addiction no know cure. makes people do strange things . withdrawal a real problem constant shakes ssssssssoooooooo bbbbbbbaaaaaddd you can't type .spelling hopelessly lost. dreams of zipping chicks keep you awake at night . constantly checking eggs on ebay. or begging friends for a fix . hay man got any eggs .rehab never works. just one more batch just one more . I promise I quit after the next one .before you know it your using dirty eggs cause their all you can get. eggs with bad air cells cause you spent your grocery money on them. can't afford to feed the ones you have now but got to have one more hatch . and then It get worse then you go among the mad people seeking advice .only they can't help cause they are mad mad I tell you .![]()
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and then it's gets worse you start
seeing things .things like teddy bears dressed in kilts and before you know it your
just like them . mad mad I tell you. go back go back before it's to late
and this is where you end up![]()
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That is an absolutely beautiful car!!!!Grrrr..... Been busy at work. Really busy. Have a road trip again tomorrow and Friday, and a fix for another of my obsessions is coming Saturday...the Woodward Dream Cruise. I've been a confirmed car nut since I was 15 and bought a '72 Plum Crazy 'Cuda and 50+ cars later, I currently have a '69 Firebird Convertible in my garage. It's been mine since 2003 and I've put a few thousand miles on...it's up to 80,117 now. A few times during the not so long Michigan summer, after the winter salt washes away and before the winter salt is applied, and when it's not raining or too hot, the Firebird comes out of the garage for a day of washing and cruising. I used to do the local car shows, but it was more of a chore than fun to exhibit, so I like to just do the cruises. For anyone into cars, the Woodward Dream Cruise is an event that brings a LOT of cars out, and the weeks before Woodward bring out the cars that are too nice to drive in the Woodward cruise. I didn't do the Dream Cruise the last two years, and hadn't even pulled the Firebird out this year because we've been playing with the bikes. Master cylinder rear brake chamber is empty. Hmmm. Wasn't like that when parked. No leak in the lines, no fluid on the rear wheels (the wheel cylinders are prone to leak). Not sure where it went. Checked the oil, topped up the master cylinder, checked the coolant, checked the power steering fluid, checked the belts and hoses. All good. Tires need some air, I'll get that later. Despite two years sitting idle, she started right up and ran like a champ. Knowing there are no brakes, I figured I'd just nudge her out into the driveway, kill the ignition, remove the stall mats from under the car so I can put the jack on concrete to bleed the rear brakes, and roll her back in. Shift to drive...nothing. 2nd...nothing. Low...nothing. Not even a load on the engine. Shut her down. Trans fluid does not even register. What the heck? Then I see the rug on top of the stall mats looks dirty. Sure enough, it's full of synthetic transmission fluid. I'm a good mechanic, but I don't think I can get home 8 p.m. Friday, package up 21 chickens, deal with customers who will be picking them up, and diagnose and repair it before 10 a.m. Saturday. Cue Herman Munster impression: DARN DARN DARN DARN DARN (keeping it silkie safe)
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It's called addiction hatching addiction no know cure. makes people do strange things . withdrawal a real problem constant shakes ssssssssoooooooo bbbbbbbaaaaaddd you can't type .spelling hopelessly lost. dreams of zipping chicks keep you awake at night . constantly checking eggs on ebay. or begging friends for a fix . hay man got any eggs .rehab never works. just one more batch just one more . I promise I quit after the next one .before you know it your using dirty eggs cause their all you can get. eggs with bad air cells cause you spent your grocery money on them. can't afford to feed the ones you have now but got to have one more hatch . and then It get worse then you go among the mad people seeking advice .only they can't help cause they are mad mad I tell you .![]()
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and then it's gets worse you start
seeing things .things like teddy bears dressed in kilts and before you know it your
just like them . mad mad I tell you. go back go back before it's to late
and this is where you end up![]()
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Ravyn, mine was $8 at Amazon with free shipping, no tax. IPrime.![]()
Walnut, thanks. That's why I'm here.![]()
Wow! Thats just gorgeous!!Grrrr.....
Been busy at work. Really busy. Have a road trip again tomorrow and Friday, and a fix for another of my obsessions is coming Saturday...the Woodward Dream Cruise. I've been a confirmed car nut since I was 15 and bought a '72 Plum Crazy 'Cuda and 50+ cars later, I currently have a '69 Firebird Convertible in my garage. It's been mine since 2003 and I've put a few thousand miles on...it's up to 80,117 now.
A few times during the not so long Michigan summer, after the winter salt washes away and before the winter salt is applied, and when it's not raining or too hot, the Firebird comes out of the garage for a day of washing and cruising. I used to do the local car shows, but it was more of a chore than fun to exhibit, so I like to just do the cruises. For anyone into cars, the Woodward Dream Cruise is an event that brings a LOT of cars out, and the weeks before Woodward bring out the cars that are too nice to drive in the Woodward cruise.
I didn't do the Dream Cruise the last two years, and hadn't even pulled the Firebird out this year because we've been playing with the bikes. Master cylinder rear brake chamber is empty. Hmmm. Wasn't like that when parked. No leak in the lines, no fluid on the rear wheels (the wheel cylinders are prone to leak). Not sure where it went. Checked the oil, topped up the master cylinder, checked the coolant, checked the power steering fluid, checked the belts and hoses. All good. Tires need some air, I'll get that later.
Despite two years sitting idle, she started right up and ran like a champ. Knowing there are no brakes, I figured I'd just nudge her out into the driveway, kill the ignition, remove the stall mats from under the car so I can put the jack on concrete to bleed the rear brakes, and roll her back in. Shift to drive...nothing. 2nd...nothing. Low...nothing. Not even a load on the engine. Shut her down.
Trans fluid does not even register. What the heck? Then I see the rug on top of the stall mats looks dirty. Sure enough, it's full of synthetic transmission fluid. I'm a good mechanic, but I don't think I can get home 8 p.m. Friday, package up 21 chickens, deal with customers who will be picking them up, and diagnose and repair it before 10 a.m. Saturday.
Cue Herman Munster impression:
DARN DARN DARN DARN DARN (keeping it silkie safe)![]()
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