Sitting with a cup of coffee. (coffee lovers)

I was looking for a "good night" graphic but I found this and just had to share!!!
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But I'm super glad for you and her that you haven't had the attrition rate!!! :clap


I have had a terribly high attrition rate... But almost 100% from predators.

I know my sister has had predator issues too.... But I don't know how bad. I know just one month back she lost maybe half of her turkey poults to a giant black snake. (I think she lost 4, and had 4 left)

I have yet to get a single chicken to 3 years of age.. They keep getting eaten. -sigh-
 
Actually, the snake story was pretty funny.

She called me on a panic, so that I could talk to her and help her calm down, as she is running through the brush in flip flops with a shotgun in the pitch dark. :rolleyes: She saw the snake, took a shot, thought that she probably mostly missed, and tried to reload the gun. You could tell that she was sure the snake was going to jump up at her from the bushes. She was so nervous that I could hear the shells rattling in her hands. She finally got it reloaded, but then could no longer see the snake. I fussed at her, and told her that if she wanted to keep beating bushes, I insisted she first go back to the house and put on real shoes.

She went back to the house and hung up, so that she could get the left over turkey poults and bring them into the house for the night. The snake had crawled straight up the wall and entered through an open eve. As she is walking back and forth with feeders etc. she saw the snake! It had returned, and was trying to get back under her house where it must have been living, but didn't fit in any of the holes anymore because the four turkey poults had made it's belly too big. (I think they were already a month old, maybe even 6 weeks). She was too scared to shoot it (it was right next to her AC) so she whacked it to death with a hoe, probably screaming the entire time. She measured it the next day, over 5 feet long. Which was funny, because in the dark, scared half to death, she was sure it was 8 feet.
 
Actually, the snake story was pretty funny.

She called me on a panic, so that I could talk to her and help her calm down, as she is running through the brush in flip flops with a shotgun in the pitch dark.
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She saw the snake, took a shot, thought that she probably mostly missed, and tried to reload the gun. You could tell that she was sure the snake was going to jump up at her from the bushes. She was so nervous that I could hear the shells rattling in her hands. She finally got it reloaded, but then could no longer see the snake. I fussed at her, and told her that if she wanted to keep beating bushes, I insisted she first go back to the house and put on real shoes.

She went back to the house and hung up, so that she could get the left over turkey poults and bring them into the house for the night. The snake had crawled straight up the wall and entered through an open eve. As she is walking back and forth with feeders etc. she saw the snake! It had returned, and was trying to get back under her house where it must have been living, but didn't fit in any of the holes anymore because the four turkey poults had made it's belly too big. (I think they were already a month old, maybe even 6 weeks). She was too scared to shoot it (it was right next to her AC) so she whacked it to death with a hoe, probably screaming the entire time. She measured it the next day, over 5 feet long. Which was funny, because in the dark, scared half to death, she was sure it was 8 feet.
That is horrible! Your poor sister!

I hate a snake and will shoot one in a minute! I am new to poultry but in my research I found that if I keep my poults and chicks in the brooder till they are two months old they do better when I put them outside.
 
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