- Apr 11, 2013
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Is there anyone in Yelm selling any eggs for eating? pref ones that are free range blah blah no gmo in their food. thanks
please feel free to inbox me

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CUTE!!!
Well dang, falling is no fun and a hurting rib cage is just downright bad. Prayers and thoughts of hugs (don't want to hurt the ribs).Well, hasn't this just been a special day! After awakening with a pounding head related to trying to give Bluebelle some wormer (Full moon. White Shirt. Open door to the pen: nope, that's not ever going to work) and finding her trying to work her henly wiles on all the roosters, including the two-month-old B'dA cockerels, I went and got dressed and went to move the cattle. The gate in the line fence that divided the north from the south halves of the place is one of those welded steel pipe ones, sixteen feet long, and it sags on it's post so it has to be lifted and shoved to open it. I unchained it, lifted, shoved... and it came off its top hinge and went down like a ton of bricks, with me on top of it. Those things are amazingly hard, and it hurts a lot more to fall on a bunch of pipes than on a flat surface, let me tell you.
I'm going to have some glorious bruises for the wedding photos, and I expect standing up is going to be a special challenge tomorrow.
I had to do something vaguely useful, since the way I fell I did something really un-fun to the right side of my rib cage and leaning over or using my right arm hurts to a passing-out level and building a chicken pen was right out.. So I was piecing a bracelet to go with my daughter's wedding dress and watching the Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon on SyFy. We came to the end of an episode (Graduation Day Part 1) and It struck me that it was time to give the sheep his apple and check everyone for the evening. When I got to the yard there was a heck of a ruckus and suddenly the resident male redtailed hawk rose up from the ground by the wyandotte pen and took off; I went to check and Bluebelle had squeezed into her pen through the barely-adjar door and the other chickens were all fine, if indignant.
My ribcage has ben getting worse and worse all day, sleeping's going to be no fun at all. I can take deep breaths without pain (which I couldn't do two years ago when I broke a rib) but the whole side just hurts, right through the Vicodin.
My chicks are here...finally! I have been waiting since the 6th of June for her to hatch out. She was so protective this time I had a hard time getting to candle which ones were good and bad, so she basically sat on all of them...sigh! But all in all I ended up with 2, last hatch I only had one chick...and here they are![]()
Well dang, falling is no fun and a hurting rib cage is just downright bad. Prayers and thoughts of hugs (don't want to hurt the ribs).
I should try to take pics of the cuties today; I've got four half-grown B'dA marching around in the outdoor pen, and the six chicks are getting wing feathers. I need to feel as if I'm doing something useful, and the camera isn't very heavy.>snip< LOVE to see cute bantams with their babies! Adorable>snip< Adorable!![]()
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