- Apr 9, 2011
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The sheep and I had a severe disagreement last night, resulting in a wanged costal cartilage and a general feeling of being hit by a truck (no new horn bruises though) so today I'm not pushing things (and he's CQ) but today is also the hired hand day, and I've gotten a temporary broody cell going- big enough for Malvina to hatch her eggs (well, Bluebell and Dave's eggs, but that's not how Malvina thinks of them) and for the first week of their life, which gives me a better chance of resettling the other pens and starting over. New sacks of feed in all the cans, chicks cleaned up, trip to HD out of the way,
I'm putting six Hamburg cockerels on craigslist today or tomorrow, hoping somebody has empty brooder syndrome. They still need heat for another two weeks, but they'll be nearly free (I think $2) until they come off lights. I need to get them off my feed bill.
Life lessons learned: when you leave the Crook of Shepherdly Authority in the yard, you risk rebellion at the door. Also there's no surer way to make your life harder than by wearing the wrong shoes for the job. I came out to find Baaachus off his peg, and not only was he between me and the crook, I was wearing smooth-soled, slippery leather-lined clogs with nylon socks. It's a pain to get work shoes over my ankle brace, and those were easy right up until the time they made everything nearly impossible: no ground traction, and worse than no traction between foot and shoe. Worse than useless all-around.
I'm putting six Hamburg cockerels on craigslist today or tomorrow, hoping somebody has empty brooder syndrome. They still need heat for another two weeks, but they'll be nearly free (I think $2) until they come off lights. I need to get them off my feed bill.
Life lessons learned: when you leave the Crook of Shepherdly Authority in the yard, you risk rebellion at the door. Also there's no surer way to make your life harder than by wearing the wrong shoes for the job. I came out to find Baaachus off his peg, and not only was he between me and the crook, I was wearing smooth-soled, slippery leather-lined clogs with nylon socks. It's a pain to get work shoes over my ankle brace, and those were easy right up until the time they made everything nearly impossible: no ground traction, and worse than no traction between foot and shoe. Worse than useless all-around.