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[lovinchickypoos]

Just wanted to peek in here and say THANK YOU to everyone who answered my questions... a few months ago. Unfortunately soon after getting all comfy in the BYC forums I was diagnosed with a very very annoying autoimmune disease and have been fighting that with all my energy ever since. It isn't any better yet aside from my getting somewhat used to some of it, but I am tired of letting it have all my energy.


Oh and our chicken contingent is : 2 Speckled Sussex (purchased from a really nice guy across the Sound - we actually bought more than that, but the majority became Roos and we really only needed 2 hens. We might contact him again this or the following Spring.); 2 Rhode Island Reds we raised from day olds; 3 Golden Sebrights all named Heather (bonus points if you get the reference);

~ Tracy in Rochester - just a sneeze south of Olympia,

Welcome back!! Sorry to hear you are fighting an a.i. disease!!

There are several of us on here fighting similar things, it seems! At least a couple of us have Celiac disease and I'm fighting with fibromyalgia and Charcot-Marie-Tooth Ds., which is a neuropathy. I think we understood how hard it is to fight these things and struggle with extreme fatigue and pain. It is so hard to explain to people about conditions they can't see or ones they don't hear about in the media. I really hope you find something that works for you to get relief!!!

OK, 3 birds named Heather is a reference to the 80s movie Heathers, with Shannen Doherty, Christian Slater and Winona Ryder. Did I win????

 

[JennS]

The little white silkie is still going! There are 4 poops in the box, although the last two are kind of runny. I laid down extra paper towels until I can get them all changed out. It'll keep her from walking through them. She isn't eating a ton, but she is eating and drinking. I'm crossing my fingers she'll be doing even better in the morning.

And I'm not opening any snake cages tonight, lol.

Jennifer

 

[lovinchickypoos]

The little white silkie is still going! There are 4 poops in the box, although the last two are kind of runny. I laid down extra paper towels until I can get them all changed out. It'll keep her from walking through them. She isn't eating a ton, but she is eating and drinking. I'm crossing my fingers she'll be doing even better in the morning.

And I'm not opening any snake cages tonight, lol.

Jennifer

 

[mikeyb]

Boy, that was one delicious
panther! I wonder, if there are any more around
here?"

Hearing this, the young panther
halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror
comes over him and he slinks away into the
trees.

"Whew!," says the panther, "That
was close! That old Dobermann nearly had
me!"

Meanwhile, a squirrel who had
been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree,
figures he can put this knowledge to good use and
trade it for protection from the panther. So, off he
goes.

The squirrel soon catches up with
the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for
himself with the panther.

The young panther is
furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here,
squirrel, hop on my back and see what's going to
happen to that conniving canine!"

Now, the old
Dobermann sees the panther coming with the squirrel
on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do
now?," but instead of running, the dog sits down
with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't
seen them yet, and just when they get close enough
to hear, the old Doberman says .......

"Where's that squirrel? I sent
him off an hour ago to bring me another
panther!

age and experience will trump youth and desire every time; moral; don't mess with us old folks.

 

[mikeyb]

Hershel was a little slow in the thinking dept and his features put off most people. He was a large person, with a jutting jaw, thick eyebrows and his huge head rested on a well muscled body from working in the steel mill. Everyday when Hershel walked home he passed by the pawn shop and he stopped to look in the window and stare at the violin hanging there. Although he never played a music insturment his secret desire was to play the violin. His large fingers with the thick black hair on the back of them literally ached to hold the violin.

One day, he got up the courage and went in to see Mr Abby who owned the pawn shop. When he asked about the violin, Mr Abby's eyebrows shot up in suprise, but he informed Hershel that the cost was $100.00. Hershels face fell, he had but just $20 to spend. When Mr Abby found out that, he advised Hershel to save his money and save it for a good violin as the one in the window was a very poor insturment indeed. Dejected, Hershel turned to leave, shoulders slumped in the most sorrowful way.

Mr Abby knew Hershel was a good person despite his appearance so he called out to Hershel; "Hershel, Hershel, I tell you. If you can make a sweet sound from that poor violin I, Abby, will give it to you. Go ahead and get it down."

Hershel rushed to the window and lovingly retrieved the violin and bought it to Mr Abby. He shook his head no when he was asked if he ever played or knew how to tune the violin. Mr Abby then instructed Hershel on how to tune it and then handed the turned insturment to Hershel. Hershel picked up the bow and when he drew it across the strings the most beautiful sound emitted from the violin. Mr Abby was astounded.

A few days later, Mr Abby's nephew David, who was a reporter of human interest stories for a large newspaper, happened to stop by to see his uncle. Well, during the conversation, Hershel and his violin came up as David noticed the violin was missing from the window and couldn't believe anyone would want such a vile sounding insturment. When Mr Abby told him the story, David rushed over to Hershel's meager apt and found the large fellow playing the violin and playing it with a master's touch. Even the birds gathered about the window sill to listen to Hershel and his violin. It was truely amazing. David asked Hershel if he would, on the morrow, accompany him to the huge zoo in the city and Hershel agreed. David told him not to forget the violin.

The next day found them at the zoo and Hershel readily agreed to play his violin. The results were amazing. All the animals became quiet, even all the primate stopped their doings and listened in rapt attention. David could not believe it. Made notes and took a few pictures.

The very next day he presented storey to his editor and all though the editor was impressed he asked David if he thought Hershel would be willing to go to Africa and play for the wild animals on veld. David said yes and arrangements were made and within several weeks David and Hershel with the violin was in Africa.

With a guide, they found themselves on the veld and Hershel took out his violing and began to play. He never played better, the music was sweet and entrancing and as it drifted across the veld on the breezes the animal came and sat about in a large circle listening to the wonderful thing they heard.
The lions, the tigers, the hippos, the rinos, the monkeys, the apes and all the birds gathered about Hershel listening to his music.

But one panther came creeping and crawing through the grass like a snake, with his belly draging the ground and his eyes firmly fixed on Hershel.
He lept up on Hershel and ate him.

All were horrified. The largest lion stalked over to the panther and roared, what the hell did you just do, you idiot. Why did you do that?
The pather replied.
>
>
>
>>What? Huh? Speak up, my hearing ain't too good anymore.

 

[TurtlePowerTrav]

So I got a question for all you experienced people, My broody is due to hatch on around Friday. I am getting four silkie chicks to also put under her. Should I do this Friday or Saturday just after dark. Will lifting her wing to put the chicks under disrupt the hatching eggs? First time with a hatch and broody. I need direction.

 

[KMHunter]

So I got a question for all you experienced people, My broody is due to hatch on around Friday. I am getting four silkie chicks to also put under her. Should I do this Friday or Saturday just after dark. Will lifting her wing to put the chicks under disrupt the hatching eggs? First time with a hatch and broody. I need direction.

I would put the new chicks under her right after yours hatch, at night. That way she will just wake up to a few more.I would get the silkies on Friday and have them ready to go whenever the time is right. Somebody else may have other advice, but that's mine.

 

[Chicken Rustler]

Hershel was a little slow in the thinking dept and his features put off most people. He was a large person, with a jutting jaw, thick eyebrows and his huge head rested on a well muscled body from working in the steel mill. Everyday when Hershel walked home he passed by the pawn shop and he stopped to look in the window and stare at the violin hanging there. Although he never played a music insturment his secret desire was to play the violin. His large fingers with the thick black hair on the back of them literally ached to hold the violin.

One day, he got up the courage and went in to see Mr Abby who owned the pawn shop. When he asked about the violin, Mr Abby's eyebrows shot up in suprise, but he informed Hershel that the cost was $100.00. Hershels face fell, he had but just $20 to spend. When Mr Abby found out that, he advised Hershel to save his money and save it for a good violin as the one in the window was a very poor insturment indeed. Dejected, Hershel turned to leave, shoulders slumped in the most sorrowful way.

Mr Abby knew Hershel was a good person despite his appearance so he called out to Hershel; "Hershel, Hershel, I tell you. If you can make a sweet sound from that poor violin I, Abby, will give it to you. Go ahead and get it down."

Hershel rushed to the window and lovingly retrieved the violin and bought it to Mr Abby. He shook his head no when he was asked if he ever played or knew how to tune the violin. Mr Abby then instructed Hershel on how to tune it and then handed the turned insturment to Hershel. Hershel picked up the bow and when he drew it across the strings the most beautiful sound emitted from the violin. Mr Abby was astounded.

A few days later, Mr Abby's nephew David, who was a reporter of human interest stories for a large newspaper, happened to stop by to see his uncle. Well, during the conversation, Hershel and his violin came up as David noticed the violin was missing from the window and couldn't believe anyone would want such a vile sounding insturment. When Mr Abby told him the story, David rushed over to Hershel's meager apt and found the large fellow playing the violin and playing it with a master's touch. Even the birds gathered about the window sill to listen to Hershel and his violin. It was truely amazing. David asked Hershel if he would, on the morrow, accompany him to the huge zoo in the city and Hershel agreed. David told him not to forget the violin.

The next day found them at the zoo and Hershel readily agreed to play his violin. The results were amazing. All the animals became quiet, even all the primate stopped their doings and listened in rapt attention. David could not believe it. Made notes and took a few pictures.

The very next day he presented storey to his editor and all though the editor was impressed he asked David if he thought Hershel would be willing to go to Africa and play for the wild animals on veld. David said yes and arrangements were made and within several weeks David and Hershel with the violin was in Africa.

With a guide, they found themselves on the veld and Hershel took out his violing and began to play. He never played better, the music was sweet and entrancing and as it drifted across the veld on the breezes the animal came and sat about in a large circle listening to the wonderful thing they heard.
The lions, the tigers, the hippos, the rinos, the monkeys, the apes and all the birds gathered about Hershel listening to his music.

But one panther came creeping and crawing through the grass like a snake, with his belly draging the ground and his eyes firmly fixed on Hershel.
He lept up on Hershel and ate him.

All were horrified. The largest lion stalked over to the panther and roared, what the hell did you just do, you idiot. Why did you do that?
The pather replied.
>
>
>
>>What? Huh? Speak up, my hearing ain't too good anymore.

 

[Chicken Rustler]

So I got a question for all you experienced people, My broody is due to hatch on around Friday. I am getting four silkie chicks to also put under her. Should I do this Friday or Saturday just after dark. Will lifting her wing to put the chicks under disrupt the hatching eggs? First time with a hatch and broody. I need direction.

I would wait until the others hatch and add the new ones in darkness

 

[SadieSue]

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