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Afternoon Ron well darn did scrape the coops ..
Rotten cats knocked the carton of eggs off I was making Broke all but one..
I wear a bib apron out to my coop. Eggs go in apron pocket. Leaves one hand free for cane, other hand for gates. Eggs go in plastic container in fridge, I don't put in cartons till I wash ready to sell. No cats (or dogs!) in coops.
 
Evening, ladies and gents...oh wait, not supposed to say ladies and gents any more....okay, Evening all you human beans out there.

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Except for me and I'm an Alien! There the secret is out. Can I be on the front page of the Enquirer now?:clap
 
Molting, Definition. That time of the year when instead of threatening your feathered poop machines with turning them all into chicken and dumplings when you discover they have knocked over their feeder and fouled 10# of food, you look at them and they look so bedraggled and miserable that all you want to do is gather them to you and hug them.

Most of my birds are looking really pathetic right now. It's to the point with them that if I wanted to enter another bird in the molting contest I'd have to get them to do a group shot.
 

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