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Ok, one other requirement. When we talk about old stuff like music, commercials, cars, etc. please do not ask, "What's that?" :gig

Or worse, say something like, "My dad (or grandpa!) had one of those." :lau

Just kidding. You are welcome to join us anytime. :thumbsup
 
It is possible that the flock had a virus and the egg glands are now messed up.

Do the eggs have wrinkled shells?

It might work to hatch the eggs but it depends on if the virus is systemic and will be passed into the eggs. Some chronic things will and others will not.

The thing that you might need to do is give the current flock away, sterilize as best you can and start with a new flock after several months.

One thing I could do here is send one of the hens in for a necropsy to see if they have something. The basic charge here is $20.00 and then an extra charge for the pathology test for viruses.

That would help make a decision.
Dang. I know I'm not going to give away or cull my flock; I'm adding 3 chicks (sexed as pullets :fl )in a few weeks. They're from a breeder; the originals were from TSC. We'll see what their eggs are like when they lay.

Just for reference... if they got a virus from the soil, how would you sterilize it? This is next to our house.

I guess what might give me some more info is when my neighbor's flock begins laying. If she has the same issue, that indicates a wider problem.
 
Ok, one other requirement. When we talk about old stuff like music, commercials, cars, etc. please do not ask, "What's that?" :gig

Or worse, say something like, "My dad (or grandpa!) had one of those." :lau

Just kidding. You are welcome to join us anytime. :thumbsup
I am young, but i still listen to old music. But i never ask "What's that?" So you should be safe 😉 :lau

Hahaha

Ok!
 
Sorry, but I need to vent: I am particularly frustrated with newbie-or-not chicken owners who call me up and ask for advice (apparently I'm the go-to chicken whisperer in our village), don't follow said advice, and then call to ask me how to fix the consequences of not following said advice.
Second vent: A client (has a couple of my chickens) phones in a panic because her broody hen has vacated the nest with two chicks leaving a clutch of eggs, some of which were deposited at assorted times by other hens. Could I incubate them? (She's the type that likes to rescue.) Sure. I have a broody who won't break that I need to placate and a fresh chick or two on loan would do the trick. So said client delivers a box of eggs, stained and stinking to high heaven. "Oh, one of the eggs feels light." No kidding as that's what happens when a rotten egg spews its contents. Did she not notice the smell? Anyway, a couple of eggs dead, one with an internal pip, and several about a week behind. Great. Gotta clean up the eggs before putting them into my incubator. DH arrived back home from a week away and immediately notices the smell even though said offending eggs went out into the garbage.
(Thank you! I feel better now.)

Been busy in the yard and keeping the house together whilst DH was gone for a week. Fully intended to do Spring cleaning while he wasn't underfoot, but that fell to the wayside. Every time I turned around there was some calamity that put me 3 hours behind.

A friend who I had dinner with a couple of weeks ago died in an auto accident a few days ago. Memorial service today. This is the part of adulting I'm not fond of, attending more funerals than weddings and christenings.

Put in my application to foster a greyhound from our local rescue with the intent of becoming a foster fail. Fingers crossed on this one.

Our heat wave has abated and we're enjoying some monsoonal coolness. Wish there was more rain, which might come true as there's a chance of precip every afternoon for the next week.

Anyway, chores abound. Heigh ho heigh ho....
 
Can't believe I just found this site. I'm a '55 model with a daughter starting college in the fall. This means my retirement plan involves a pine box. :lau Check in later.
My youngest is only 13. :th

But... it could be worse... I have a friend that got married at 40, then had 5 kids... he is in his 70s and the youngest is i think 15. :eek:

Then again... I hear it keeps ya young. He is pretty impressively spry. Still does his pickleball.
 

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