Chickens = ADDICTION.
I only wanted a few birds to lay for my DH and me. But there's so many neat birds out there! Plus, once your friends find out that you have home-grown eggs...
I have one friend chomping at the bit for a dozen eggs per week for herself! Oy. So, now DH and I are trying to figure out just how many birds we need for our eventual egg demand. PLUS I told him that I wanted the Marans. He doesn't know yet that I plan on getting birds from Tailfeathers & Nivtup or that I have RIR eggs in the bator with the Wheaten Marans eggs and I have BC Marans eggs on their way....
It also doesn't help if your family gives you birds every time you visit them. Now if they could only give us fencing material or Nigerian goats. Yeah.
And, I've always used his car-collecting as a sort of measure to my pet-collecting, but now he's gone and done it. He's SOLD a car!
Is giving his sister a Brahma-silkie pair even with him selling a non-running Jeep?
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In other news, had some issues here yesterday. I'd never had a big problem with my roos before my S-i-L asked me on Saturday if they ever fight. Suddenly yesterday I hear screaming. My 2 remaining mixed roos are FIGHTING. I've never seen them fight like that. It was much more than just establishing an order (which, I assumed that getting rid of those 2 birds would upset the order). I isolated them to check them out. One has the nips all over his comb and eye-area. The other doesn't seem injured. Both were lightly splattered with blood and looked dazed. The uninjured one is back with the others for the time being, and the injured one has been treated and is in a cage outside (he was inside, but he was crowing, and I didn't think my DH would appreciate crows at 10pm when he's gotta wake up at 3.) I set up a spare Ceramic Heat Emitter for him and he's in the "barn".
I was really hoping my DH would have finished the tractors last fall! Then I could have had them in separate pens. I do have a woman wanting a roo, I just gotta plan to get one to her. I'll admit it... I'm squeamish about processing animals. Any animals. I'm not squeamish about blood (in my line of work?) but I am about killing. I'm a healer, not a killer. So, I'm gonna build some rough coops today. I'll need some for my Marans anyway. If DH doesn't like me using his tools... big whoop. I'll just tell him I took a lesson from his mom on "Honey-Do Lists 101".