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So wanting to reward them I fixed them a meal
They did their part and that was the deal
Sevens not perfect but not a bad day
With their bellies full they called it a day
To stuffed to make it up on the roost
Like a good dad I gave each a boost
I locked them in, it was now getting late
Knowing tomorrow they would lay eight
As I dozed off to sleep and started to dream
I woke up startled from a chickens scream
Running half naked I knew it was bad
I had to get there, they needed their dad
With gun in hand I threw open the door
And found the poop board had crashed to the floor
Seven.......Today we did seven
Ok I officially hate the last 3 days of incubation. I stare into the bator hoping to catch them moving but they just sit there. For all I know, I am lovingly incubating lifeless rocks. At least before day 16 or so I could see them moving when I candled them. Now it's just wait and see. And I hate wait and see.
Welcome! This is my favorite thread. It has it all... pie, poetry, devious chickens, and some of the most wonderful people you'll ever meet. Or type at. (I'm still not quite used to social media.I'm new to BYC and I've been reading your thread, seriously I haven't laughed this much in a month of Sundays
can't wait to continue to the latest postings, the poems are a hoot!
Quote:I remember that! Oh my gosh, it is still pretty funny!
I don't want to mess with them, I just want them to hatch already.