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Lisa

Lisa

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OK --- a total newbie here... In Austin, about 7 mi. West .... We have 8, 7 girls and a Samantha ( a Delaware) who turned out to be "Sam" instead. Ha!.. But ours all free range, are a mixed flock (cuckoo Marian's, lavender Ameracaunas, a brahma and the 2 Delawares)... I have not wormed them or given any drugs, except what's in the Coyote Creek feed). So, my ? Is whether I have to worm them? They are fabulously healthy ... Young, born in Feb. and giving eggs every day. Hate to mess with success, if it ain't broke....am I doing something wrong by not worming?
Hi everybody. From North San Antonio about a couple of miles South of Bulverde. Expecting our first baby chicks any day now.
My life is a bad sitcom... Morning spent fighting to get my 6 year old to do his very simple chores. Finally he saw the ridiculousness of his own argument when I video taped him. He finally goes to do his chores and I can finally get outside to milk the goat. Its pouring rain. Oh well. The part of the milk stand I never got to glue because I couldn't get the second jar of glue open decides to fall off, goat freaks and lands in my lap - twice. Meanwhile the 2 year old runs out the other door and is on the other side of the fence screaming about something his brother is or is not doing. Goat freaks out some more because he is screaming. Lands in my lap again. Get her down, give up while I try to fix the milk stand. Go in to get the glue etc. Come back out back to get to work. 6 year old is now standing on the other side of the fence screaming to look at his brother. He has again climbed up the giant tarp and is standing 9 feet or so in the air on top of the metal carport shaking his butt at me saying Nana Booboo over and over. I tell the 6 year old to leave him alone because if he panics that is when he will fall. I get myself out of all the crap I am in the middle of and go through the house out to the other side of the house to get the 2 year old. He is down and going back up screaming at his big brother who got him down anyway in spite of what I said. He is racing to try to get up there before I can get to him. Then the 6 year old starts screaming. Neither have shoes on and he already has a puncture wound on his foot and has been told he must have a bandaid, sock, and shoe on to be outside. His puncture wound is opened back up and infected as I predicted. I tell him to go in the house and wait on the couch so I can get his brother down and try to alter the tarp so he can't climb it. He screams about me only loving the baby and not caring about him. "The little one is trying to hide in the chicken coop with bare feet which is a no no anyway. I go out, get two metal poles and a joiner and make a 10 ft pole holding up the center and drive it into the ground, grab the 2 year old kicking and screaming and drag him back in the house, where the 6 year old is howling like someone just shot his dog. I get his wound dressed and bandaged while his little brother is flooding the bathroom because he believes it is of great urgency that he fill the Mickey Mouse watering can so he can drink from it and can NOT wait for me to get him a drink. He climbs on and falls from the sink, scraping his knee. He comes in howling for me to fix it like Bubbas booboo. Doctor him up. Finally got the mik stand fixed, the goat milked and NOW, I just want to sit and have a cup of coffee - but he says its time to nurse and take a nap. Don't you know us SAHMs just sit around eating bon bons?
Italia, those are beautiful babies and such clear pictures!Ok to bring on the rain here are some water baby pics for the day
Not sure what I was thinking. Last time I tried this I only had three and spent a half hour trying to catch them. I'm not even going to share how long this takes with ten. It's tooo cute when they learn how to duck under and swim like speeding bullets and pop out on other side. Happy little buggers.
I'm so, so sorry. One day they will grow up and leave home, at least that's what I heard happens. I'm still waiting....My life is a bad sitcom...