Washingtonians Come Together! Washington Peeps

I felt like a tad of flu yesterday, so did nothing all day.
Today I feel a little better so I am gonna go do in some cornballs.
talk at you all later~
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Carolyn
That is really great. Looks fun. Maybe I'll try that with the DW when she gets home. Glad your daughter has found something she enjoys. So many kids now days don't know what they want to do
Bahaha!
Carolyn, your daughter is very talented and looks super happy!
Happy Birthday! I think I've figured out this thread. I'm new here and I'm exploring, I love my chickens... I haven't had any in many years and this week end my granddaughter DH and kido's are bringing me four pullits, a small coop for the back yard and feed. I'm jumping up and down (inside).
Hi Mama Judy! Welcome to the thread!
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Genetically Modified Cotton?
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and if you want to know more resources, or talk to me about this disorder, send me a PM.
From Wikipedia:

PANDAS has not been validated as a disease entity;[4] it is not listed as a diagnosis by the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems (ICD) or the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM). Pediatric acute-onset neuropsychiatric syndrome (PANS) is a 2012 proposal describing another subset of acute-onset OCD cases including "not only disorders potentially associated with a preceding infection, but also acute-onset neuropsychiatric disorders without an apparent environmental precipitant or immune dysfunction".[12]


I think one should find a good doctor and go with his/her recommendations. I'm not saying the above post by Rainmom isn't accurate, it may well be. But until it has been established by THE MEDICAL PROFESSION, it should be for informational purposes only. It should not be a diagnostic.
 
Kate... most quilters now use rotary cutters rather than cutting with scissors.  It's much faster and far more accurate.  And very few of us quilt by hand any more.  Most people will use their home machine or either a medium- or long-arm quilter.  And a whole lot of people send their quilt tops to professional quilters, mostly long-arm and a few hand quilters. 

My next door neighbour quilts - she has this HUGE frame in her workroom where she puts the quilt. I'm not sure what it's called, but it's where she makes 'em.

Somehow it doesn't seem right to do it on a machine, like machine embroidery. I still have a silk blouse, hand embroidered,  that my Mom had made in Hong Kong about 57 years ago. It's gorgeous.


Quilting frame, strangely enough; I spent any number of hours as a child under the middle of the Yelm Orthopedic Guild's frame, poking needles back up through the quilt when four-six friends of Grandma Jane were finishing a big quilt. Some of them they quilted for a fee for people who had pieced them. others they pieced and quilted for raffles; all of the money went to Children's Hospital.
 
Are 6-week old chicks smart enough to get out of the rain or will they stay out there and get drenched and then get sick?????
My two little pullets have a nice dry coop and a small area under the apple tree to play, but it's uncovered.
I can restrict them to the coop if necessary, but they're a lot happier outside and never seem to want to go inside.

The past two nights I've had to shoo them into their coop at dusk, after my hens had already retired to their coop. I haven't ever waited until dark for fear of predators, so I don't know if they will actually go inside on their own.

What is your experience?
 
Are 6-week old chicks smart enough to get out of the rain or will they stay out there and get drenched and then get sick?????
My two little pullets have a nice dry coop and a small area under the apple tree to play, but it's uncovered.
I can restrict them to the coop if necessary, but they're a lot happier outside and never seem to want to go inside.

The past two nights I've had to shoo them into their coop at dusk, after my hens had already retired to their coop. I haven't ever waited until dark for fear of predators, so I don't know if they will actually go inside on their own.

What is your experience?

My experience has been that it doesn't rain enough for me to ever worry about this :)
 
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Says the man from the desert! Yeah, I grew up in the desert, too, and my mom taught me to come in out of the rain! Can't say that for the kids on the wet side, they just think it's liquid sunshine and get confused when the sky gets really bright.
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Speaking of birthday gifts.
There once was a young man (12 yo) that had a wonderful Mom, in fact she was the best Mom in the whole world.
His baseball glove was totally trashed and he needed to replace it. What to do? Mom and Dad didn't have a lot of extra money so he needed to save every penny he could earn which he did because of the values imparted to him by his Mom and Dad.
Finally, after doing odd jobs that he scrounged up in the neighborhood he had enough money for his glove! Life was good and he had his heart set upon a "Wilson" mitt.

He lived way out in the country and had to plan for a trip into the city to obtain said desired glove.
His great Dad offered to drive him, usually a thing like this did not happen. (Dad believed in self reliance in all things) The young man was duly excited about his aquiring the glove of his dreams.

But.........on the trip into the city, Dad reminded his son of Mom's birthday that would be in just a few days. Ut oh, another problem. Enough money for a gift, no glove, or money for a glove and no gift. He thought and thought, what a Gordian Knot he had. What to do? what to do? Hmmm he thought.

Dad parked at the curb and said he would wait, confident that his young son would never, ever not get his Mom a birthday gift. He was proud.

Son returned to the car with a gift wrapped box and a nice B-day card. Dad was proud, oh so proud.

The big day arrived, the candles blown out and the cake was cut and served. Dad gave Mom her present, the brothers gave their presents and Mom was very happy.
The young man retrieved the present from his room and presented said gift with much flair and drama. The moment had arrived! OH yes, the suspense was almost too much for Dad and then he noticed a glint in his son's eye. Hmm, he thought, I wonder what the little guy has up his sleeve now.
Mom opened the gayly wrapped package with much enthusiasm and there it was. A beautiful, soft, pliable, baseball mitt. The perfect gift.
Mom, the all knowing, loving person that she was smiled and with twinkling blue eyes handed her small son the glove and said "Will you please break this in for me/"
Whatta Mom.
 

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