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Well it all looks good BUT I do see one terrible thing that is wrong / missing. Unfortunately there is no place near you that can supply you with said missing item. So if you promise not to ruin my reputation by telling people I did some thing good. I will take care of ya. Oh by the way what is missing is you need A LOT MORE RAIN. It looks too dry there. I will turn the big fan on and blow some yer way!!!!!
 
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I think it is suppose to rain all week here. Big warnings of floods here. Yes, we are hoping that by selling a few birds we can help to supplement our "chicken addiction". And, yes, you are right....we enjoy every second of it. I even find my two older DSs watching, inspecting, interested, and playing with babies. But DD and I are both enjoying all of it.
 
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I know! I get it! I was told a long time ago if your gonna eat it don't name it!! So, I've held off naming any of my chickens just in case!! lol! no seriously!!!!
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Remember that any chicken that you raise and eat will have had the best life possible for a chicken and a death which is fast, painless, and free of panic and trauma. All small farmed meat tastes better for the sanity of the animals as much as anything, but also for your clear conscience that what you eat has not been deprived of life while it was living.

If it helps not to name them, do it, but what would help me is knowing that they're not Cornish Xs who've been kept in tiny boxes with nothing to do except eat and not even the room to stand up and flap their wings and stretch. I may not know them personally, but I know the ones you raise will be happier, for whatever chickens feel as happieness.

We did not name the 3 boys I brought away, and the kids know our birds live a good life, it is mostly that it is such a short life, and I did not think that chickens would recognize me enough to run out of the new flock they were with to follow me around the pen. They may not end up as food, but even pulling them away from everything they know has me feeling bad.

I bought a 1/2 pig when I was there too - He asked me to follow him into the barn and pick out the one I wanted. I couldn't pick one out, most of the hogs were big, ugly noisy, disgusting pink animals, but one pen had 3 calmer, younger pigs. Two were black and white with long eyelashes. Those were the ones I had to choose from. I told him it did not matter which one. The farm we buy the quarter beef from sends out holiday cards when we are already enjoying our steaks with the cows on them. At least now they are doing a cow group shot. I'm just a wimp. I went to Germany the summer I turned 16. My aunt and uncle took me to a fancy restauraunt on a lake with stockponds containing all the fish. I love fish, but I can't look at my animal food when it is still alive. You walk stroll through beautiful gardens with the chef and net boy and look at all the fish swimming in the ponds as the chef describes what delicacy he will make with each type of fish. You tell the chef which one you want on your dinner plate. Then he instructs net boy to scoop the fish out of the pond. I couldn't do it. I ordered the only non-fish item on the menu; a hamburger! (at least we were very near Hamburg). Instead of the waiter, the chef came out with my meal and made a huge scene in the fancy dining room. "This is for the American!" and he slammed down a plate in front of me, the burger was covered with about 20 little kiddie toys of the type you might find in a happy meal! I don't know who was more embarrassed - me or my relatives! Some people scoffed, some laughed, a couple clapped. The chef stormed out of the dining room, and after all that, I had a hard time enjoying my meal!
 
We made our unplanned trip to town and while there had to take the oppurtunity to go see Michelle. Kind of funny she knew we might be there sometime today but when we drove in she was setting in her wheel chair out side. She looked up and saw the old white truck pull in and her face just lit up. She has an incision that goes clear across her cheek and almost half way down to her knee. She is going back to HV tomorrow for follow up and to (hopefully) get the 48 staples out.
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I would not want to have to do that. I have had staples once and that was twice too many. They hurt too bad coming out and I can take out stitches myself (done many times). She got to talk to the PT today and he told her she may be ready to come home in a week or so.
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Thank you!! and no hawk problems that I know of, thanks for the tip cause I was wondering what to put on top, and yea, no trees!! only if we plant them!! and I know you know that!!!
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Well it all looks good BUT I do see one terrible thing that is wrong / missing. Unfortunately there is no place near you that can supply you with said missing item. So if you promise not to ruin my reputation by telling people I did some thing good. I will take care of ya. Oh by the way what is missing is you need A LOT MORE RAIN. It looks too dry there. I will turn the big fan on and blow some yer way!!!!!

NO ONLY NO BUT H56^% NO!! sorry CR I really thought you'd send me something good!
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We have had bunches of rain and yes we always could use a little more, but, with the way the weathers been acting up I think our cherry farmers are sweatn it!! Thanks anyway!!
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More photos: a comparison between the Wyandottes and the Hamburgs, and also a demonstration of why I need to get the coop finished for the sake of BLRW marital harmony:

Ian and Sylvia on a 24 inch piece of 2X2:

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Maggie, Suzzy, and Terre on their own 2X2; they were trying to all perch on a single apple branch earlier, but were not happy about the inability to line up properly, so I gave them a piece of finished lumber. I'm picky about my mattresses, I understand.

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Whole lot more board showing under the Hamburgs.
 
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Remember that any chicken that you raise and eat will have had the best life possible for a chicken and a death which is fast, painless, and free of panic and trauma. All small farmed meat tastes better for the sanity of the animals as much as anything, but also for your clear conscience that what you eat has not been deprived of life while it was living.

If it helps not to name them, do it, but what would help me is knowing that they're not Cornish Xs who've been kept in tiny boxes with nothing to do except eat and not even the room to stand up and flap their wings and stretch. I may not know them personally, but I know the ones you raise will be happier, for whatever chickens feel as happieness.

We did not name the 3 boys I brought away, and the kids know our birds live a good life, it is mostly that it is such a short life, and I did not think that chickens would recognize me enough to run out of the new flock they were with to follow me around the pen. They may not end up as food, but even pulling them away from everything they know has me feeling bad.

I bought a 1/2 pig when I was there too - He asked me to follow him into the barn and pick out the one I wanted. I couldn't pick one out, most of the hogs were big, ugly noisy, disgusting pink animals, but one pen had 3 calmer, younger pigs. Two were black and white with long eyelashes. Those were the ones I had to choose from. I told him it did not matter which one. The farm we buy the quarter beef from sends out holiday cards when we are already enjoying our steaks with the cows on them. At least now they are doing a cow group shot. I'm just a wimp. I went to Germany the summer I turned 16. My aunt and uncle took me to a fancy restauraunt on a lake with stockponds containing all the fish. I love fish, but I can't look at my animal food when it is still alive. You walk stroll through beautiful gardens with the chef and net boy and look at all the fish swimming in the ponds as the chef describes what delicacy he will make with each type of fish. You tell the chef which one you want on your dinner plate. Then he instructs net boy to scoop the fish out of the pond. I couldn't do it. I ordered the only non-fish item on the menu; a hamburger! (at least we were very near Hamburg). Instead of the waiter, the chef came out with my meal and made a huge scene in the fancy dining room. "This is for the American!" and he slammed down a plate in front of me, the burger was covered with about 20 little kiddie toys of the type you might find in a happy meal! I don't know who was more embarrassed - me or my relatives! Some people scoffed, some laughed, a couple clapped. The chef stormed out of the dining room, and after all that, I had a hard time enjoying my meal!

OMG can we say "sensitive"!! really why does it matter what you order as long as it's on the menu!!??? Jeez, well hang in there, you do the best you can, and you give them a great place to live, that's what important, what you do after that.... is your business right?? I can't say at this point I could cull my laying hens, I should.... but, I would rather give them to someone who may use them, then put them in the freezer, that's where I am right now, when I have chickens hanging off my earlobes, then.... culling probably won't be the problem.
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