When I bought my chicks from the feed store they lined the take-home boxes with cedar shavings. I've been using hay and pine shavings in the coop but might check on cedar shavings next time I need some.
Erik
Texas
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Erik
Wow, I just got home and we got over 4 inches. I use a super scientific method, my dog bowls are 4 inches deep and they were over flowing
I bought a Roku with the idea of getting rid of my cable TV. When DH realized he could not get "Walking Dead" in real time, he said 100% no.
Wow, I just got home and we got over 4 inches. I use a super scientific method, my dog bowls are 4 inches deep and they were over flowing!
I bought a Roku with the idea of getting rid of my cable TV. When DH realized he could not get "Walking Dead" in real time, he said 100% no.
That is pretty much how I measured the rain! We use feed buckets on the fence to feed the horses and one of them had water up to the 6 quart line! I told my husband "it rained 6 quarts!" he just laughed at me. LOL!
PICTURE TIME!
I thought since everyone was so BOOOOORED, I would take some pictures today for your viewing pleasure. Bright cloudy days are great for color.
My SLWsI thought since everyone was so BOOOOORED, I would take some pictures today for your viewing pleasure. Bright cloudy days are great for color.
My JGs
My Cooper Marans
My Dominiques
My AGs
My Cubalayas
My Silver Sebright
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Those are great pics!!!
GREAT pics!
Here is a follow up to a post on another thread from earlier in the year. Had a hen hide out under a shed and hatch some egg. I wrote a poem about it. I am not a poem writer, so it is not that great. But since ya'll need something to do. Here it is.
The story of one brave hen and the 6 little chicks that could. (A poem, but not a very good one. )
There was once a little white hen; just a common backyard mix.
"I will not be like all the rest" said she. "I will lay my eggs just for me."
She would not lay her eggs in the coop with all the rest. In the woods she made her nest.
When her nest was full; to hatch her eggs she sat about. Lovingly and patiently she waited for 21 one days for little chicks to come out.
But on the night before her eggs were due, a mean skunk came to take a few.
She fought hard to keep him away, until she could fight no more and he carried her away.
There her eggs laid, in the cold dark night. No momma to help them and keep them warm, in their hatching plight.
They were of no special breed, that all would love to see; but they could still hear their Momma's say, "You are very special to me".
So through the night they fought, there on the cold cold ground. With their Momma's spirit to guide them, their inner strength they found.
One by one they broke free, from the shell that would be there end; until at last there were six, that their battle they did win.
Shivering they huddle close together, their on the cold ground; all they had was each other, there was no one else around.
As the morn began to break, they began to cheep so loud; hoping that someone would come to help them, if they could only hear the sound.
Across the wind their voice did carry, to the farmer who was making his rounds.
When the farmer finally found them, "What is this I see." A nest full of chickies, that their Mamma hid from me."
The story of their mother's bravery was written, in her feathers scattered round. But there her chicks safe but shivering, on the cold cold ground.
Amazed the farmer was, at the scene that he did see, " How these chicks did hatched without a mother, is a mystery to me." "
These chicks are of no special breeding; I would not have hatched them if it were up to me. But because of this valiant deed they did, they are wonder for me to see". He gathered them up to safety and carried them home to stay, because of their courage and bravery, they will see a better day. The End.
The 6 little chicks that could.
Four of them are still alive. Here are the chicks today.
The story of one brave hen and the 6 little chicks that could. (A poem, but not a very good one. )
There was once a little white hen; just a common backyard mix.
"I will not be like all the rest" said she. "I will lay my eggs just for me."
She would not lay her eggs in the coop with all the rest. In the woods she made her nest.
When her nest was full; to hatch her eggs she sat about. Lovingly and patiently she waited for 21 one days for little chicks to come out.
But on the night before her eggs were due, a mean skunk came to take a few.
She fought hard to keep him away, until she could fight no more and he carried her away.
There her eggs laid, in the cold dark night. No momma to help them and keep them warm, in their hatching plight.
They were of no special breed, that all would love to see; but they could still hear their Momma's say, "You are very special to me".
So through the night they fought, there on the cold cold ground. With their Momma's spirit to guide them, their inner strength they found.
One by one they broke free, from the shell that would be there end; until at last there were six, that their battle they did win.
Shivering they huddle close together, their on the cold ground; all they had was each other, there was no one else around.
As the morn began to break, they began to cheep so loud; hoping that someone would come to help them, if they could only hear the sound.
Across the wind their voice did carry, to the farmer who was making his rounds.
When the farmer finally found them, "What is this I see." A nest full of chickies, that their Mamma hid from me."
The story of their mother's bravery was written, in her feathers scattered round. But there her chicks safe but shivering, on the cold cold ground.
Amazed the farmer was, at the scene that he did see, " How these chicks did hatched without a mother, is a mystery to me." "
These chicks are of no special breeding; I would not have hatched them if it were up to me. But because of this valiant deed they did, they are wonder for me to see". He gathered them up to safety and carried them home to stay, because of their courage and bravery, they will see a better day. The End.
The 6 little chicks that could.
Four of them are still alive. Here are the chicks today.
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Nice pics!
I almost got Coke in my nose over this one
jockeyeba
Crowing
I still maintain that who we become is based on our choices, not on our birth condition. There are untold millions of examples of two people born in the exact same condition or family and one becomes a loser and the other a winner.[/quote]
Neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson comes to mind
Neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson comes to mind
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