DanielleInUro
Songster
that Coturnix won't hatch their own eggs. I used to raise them for meat, but my better half got all tender hearted last spring and begged me not to slaughter the breeders I'd kept over the winter. Fine, now they're his pets. We had six, but one disappeared, one dropped dead, a predator got another. Now we have three--Hobbles, Not Hobbles, and The Boy.
I just came home from work to find The Boy and Not Hobbles trying to kill each other, and a squeaking little baby quail a few feet away. It's December.
The Boy is in a box to settle down while I figure out what to do here. Not Hobbles is sitting on a whole BUNCH of other eggs and will fluff up and peck if I reach for her to move her, then gets right back on. The Accident is in the bathroom under a heat lamp while I wait to see if it got injured in the fight. I have no idea how many others are about to hatch.
Thirty eight years old, and I'm experiencing my first unplanned pregnancy.
I just came home from work to find The Boy and Not Hobbles trying to kill each other, and a squeaking little baby quail a few feet away. It's December.
The Boy is in a box to settle down while I figure out what to do here. Not Hobbles is sitting on a whole BUNCH of other eggs and will fluff up and peck if I reach for her to move her, then gets right back on. The Accident is in the bathroom under a heat lamp while I wait to see if it got injured in the fight. I have no idea how many others are about to hatch.
Thirty eight years old, and I'm experiencing my first unplanned pregnancy.