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I dare you. Well I double dog dare you!

ROFL- I'm sure that was today's conversation. The clique (5 of 8) of pullets was in the run with the gates open. Who, one of the dogs, was laying down just outside the run. The clique got together and approached Who from the safety of chain link barriers. Closer and closer, talking amongst themselves. Huddle, look at dog, huddle again.

Hah- one of them left the run, circled around behind several barriers and ended up less than 18 inches from the dog. She talked for a bit, stretched her neck to peer closer and then ended up laying down, still quite close to Who. Yep- she won that bet!!

I wish I could have understood their conversations.
 
Having a cold bottle of Red Stripe myself. Goes well with gardening...after I've had a couple the weeds don't seem to matter as much.
Red Stripe, nice. Better to be consumed in Port Antonio, Jamaica though.
This is about 300 meters from the Blue Lagoon.




Its 4 am and the best time of the day for internet. My wife woke me from a sleep of six uninterrupted hours straight - a rare thing for me. Some how I managed to commandeer the blanket and toss it off the bed on my side.

I never use the blanket as the AC is set at 76. I got yelled at. It was the first time I some the blanket in 6930 days of marriage.

Yesterday I spent the day doing the rewiring of our egg house. Its a 44 x 12 structure with a dorm style room on one end with a bathroom then a room for incubation that has a dehumidifier, an area for hatching, brooders and feed.

The original building was 12x12 and as each of three additions were added, extension cords were added. It was a mess of wire and a fire trap.

After installing a circuit breaker, 11 power outlets and three lights we turned on the power. Everything was going well and every outlet was checked. I turned on the last light switch and it worked. About ten seconds later the light flickered and the volt meter on the 220/110 converter that was next to me was dancing and then the power went out.

I am fully competent when it comes to wiring but I had three staff and a shower that i adore all thinking I ducked (had to keep the word alive) up the power. A miscommunication led me to believe that next door was without power also so I had blaming stares removed.

At 445 we called the power company. At 530 the lights went on next door. I textv then to ask when their power was back on thinking the work truck may have arrived and they were working on a shared meter pole.

They text back and said the power had never gone out. Despite my insistance and trying to explain that adding worrying down stream won't effect the whole house and the three outbuildings as all circuit breakers were OK, disparaging stares returned.

We have a wonderful breeze that, as if controlled by the power company, automatically stops during power outage.

It was dark, hot and humid. We ate an unromantic candle lit dinner.

At 745 the crew arrived. They, without testing anythinh blamed our electrician. I showed them the main circuit breaker and suggested that they test for current. Nothing. I then explained that we laid 225 meters of two #2 wire underground to their meter just a few years ago and perhaps they should check current at their meter because our wiring is sound. Our electrician is sound.

I went over to the meter on the road ten minutes later to see them changing the wire running down the pole to the meter. They then got the full weight of my booming voice cast upon them.

Blame the electrician will you???

At 845 power was restored. Faith in the electrician was restored.

The alarm will go off in 18 minutes. We are off to finally get the replacement papa goat. A half Boer/Nubian to improve local goat genetics before getting another pure dairy buck.

Have a great day y'all
Having been an electrician for some 20 years, I love stories like yours.

Canoe, I am by 67th & Blue ridge just behind Floral Hills Cemetary
My girlfriend lived close to you. Met her at Blayney's in Westport.
 
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I'm on your husband's side, I feel the same way. Everyone has their own comfort level and suffer badly when they overstep the bounds.
I'm fine with just selling them. But we both feel funny going to the grocery store and buying chicken. Sometimes we cannot even make ourselves buy any.
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I don't try to push him I cannot do it either.
 
Quote: Chicken Canoe

Having worked in the mills owned by poultry producers I have to say a couple things both good and bad. On the plus side their nutrition is pretty good and really no steroids or poisons(except for 2). It's pretty well on a par with what is commercially available at feed stores. Their feed is also much fresher than what backyarders and small holders give.
Having their own mills, they're trucking it to the farms the day it is manufactured.
On the negative side, their recipes are formulated to provide the best nutrition at the lowest cost so may include things like feathers to increase protein or artificial enzymes to extract more protein from corn allowing mixes with less of the more expensive soybean meal. They also must include antibiotics and/or arsenic to keep pathogens at bay. Those 2 things make them grow faster. Delaware was the first state to ban arsenic in poultry feed just a couple years ago.

And I love well prepared roast duck.


I worked for one of Sylve..... Chicken farms here one summer as a pt job and It was so filthy and every day they had so many dead birds they had to use a back hoe to get rid of them all. I could not eat chicken for years after that!

As for the duck we are going to take him to T-town for a friend of Wisher's.
 

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