The Old Folks Home

I was at the small garden center in a nearby town that I was managing at the time picking up my paycheck. I was standing at the register chatting with some others waiting for the owner to bring in the checks when a girl came out of the office and told us she just heard on the radio that a plane had hit one of the towers in New York. We all thought it was just one of those crazy tourist planes. I left with the intent of driving to a next town where there was a Walmart to do some shopping. I put on NPR on the radio. I listened and drove as they described the horror and the confusion. When the speaker said almost in a whisper, "My God, the tower is coming down!" I pulled the car over, and cried.
 
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@Kusanar I'd heard the instinct explained in a somewhat less traumatic way: horses are herd animals, and huddle together when frightened. When they move, they bump into each other, and leaning into each other steadies them, so nobody gets knocked down by the contact.

As a SAHM, on 9-11-01 I was doing what I did every day - house work, yard work, taking care of the kids and the critters. I think that is what makes these "do you remember where you were when" events stick in our minds the way they do - the sudden intrusion of violence into everyday lives is a terrible shock. In this case, it was on a scale that was almost unimaginable, and it shook an awful lot of people out of a false sense of security.
 
I was home alone and saw it then the call came a day or so later they where
calling for dogs to help find people it all was a nightmare from there I never wish to
relive
I do not wish to even try to imagine what you saw.
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@Kusanar I'd heard the instinct explained in a somewhat less traumatic way: horses are herd animals, and huddle together when frightened. When they move, they bump into each other, and leaning into each other steadies them, so nobody gets knocked down by the contact.

As a SAHM, on 9-11-01 I was doing what I did every day - house work, yard work, taking care of the kids and the critters. I think that is what makes these "do you remember where you were when" events stick in our minds the way they do - the sudden intrusion of violence into everyday lives is a terrible shock. In this case, it was on a scale that was almost unimaginable, and it shook an awful lot of people out of a false sense of security.
Amen.
 
I was a college student living 2 miles outside of DC. I had gotten up early for my 0700 class. When I got out of the class, campus was visibly different. People were huddled together, whispering, panicked. I asked someone what happened and was told. Disbelieving, I ran to the library because they had a TV, and I watched, horrified. Classes were cancelled. There were armed national guard on every intersection on my way home. Roads were closed or diverted for sections.

My parents begged me to come home (southern Maryland), but I stayed in my apartment for days, glued to the television 24/7. Luckily at this point in my life I was living with a roommate who had a TV.

Our world significantly changed.
 
Superchemicalgirl consider yourself hugged. To be so close to the tragedy had to be horrible. It was bad enough to be in the Midwest and watch it unfold.

I was at home at the time taking care of my elderly father who lived with me and getting ready for job interview. I got the job but everything was overshadowed by the thought of those poor souls in those buildings and their grieving families.
 
I hate to change the subject from the solemness of this day, but I need some broody hen advice from those more experienced than I am.

I have a first time broody hen who has been a space cadet from day one. I'm expecting eggs to hatch maybe starting on Tues so today should be her first day on lockdown. Somebody failed to tell my little air head hen that though because when I went in to feed the flock, she saw me at the feeder and just had to have herself some of those sunflower seeds that I was dumping into the mix. Off the nest she went. I opened the lid quick to see if anything was happening and didn't see anything. I was able to get her coaxed back onto the nest but she was really obsessed with those seeds. So I went in, grabbed a cup of sunflower seeds and my candling flashlight fearing that she may be sitting on a bunch o dead eggs at this point and as she was happily gobbling down sunflower seeds (anything to keep her on that nest) I started candling eggs I could easily reach under her breast. Every egg I candled looked ready to go. BIG air cells and nice darkness everywhere else. I pulled out the 4th egg, looked at it and OMG! It has a pip! I literally said "YIKES!" startling the other hen out of the remaining nesting box and carefully tucked little "Pip" back under mom pip up.

How am I going to keep this distracted little girl on her eggs? Obviously she is hearing her babies as she has been talking to them every time she moves. Or at this point is it immaterial?

I do have my home made incubator fired up just in case. I hate to cover up the wiring on her broody nest as it will cut down on air flow for her.

Any ideas or do I need not worry and let mom handle it?

I swear I'm making a hen saddle for this bird that has "Space Cadet" printed on it.
 

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