Welcome to my pond - Swim, wade, or sit on the bank

My prayers are with you and him.

We'll take the attitude that everything will be fine.
thank you :hugs
I hear ya!

A good old dose of boredom! That is what is needed! ;)

:hugs and prayers for your dh, and for you... I often find the stress and waiting/ not knowing is worse than even terrible news.
Me too Al. I always tell my own drs I deal best with knowing. I hate swinging at shadows. Harder to fight an enemy if you can't see it's face. Only thing is I've found it's always easier to deal with a bad diagnosis when it's mine than when it's someone else I love.
As soon as she came out in the run, he ran to the fence, hackles flared. Then he stood next to the run and crowed and crowed and crowed.... For about an hour, every time Red came near the fence he charged it. I’ll alternate free range time, or carefully let the big flock out and keep the rooster locked up sometimes or something so the Tres Amigas aren’t locked up forever. They are in an 8x16 coop attached to a 12x16 run, so they should have plenty of space. I am justifying keeping them in there by telling myself that other people have more chickens than that in a smaller space and it works...
I'm so sorry I was correct about your roo's probable intent to kill. So good of you to give her a chance at a good life. Afraid I would (and have) do the same.
Prayers for you and DH, Chicki. Like Al, I think waiting is the worst.
Thank you :hugs Agree. Tho I do know whatever it turns out to be, we'll take it head on together. (All three of us. Me, DH and The Lord)
 
Hello, Pond!
It was a grey, windy day on my lily pad today. It wasn’t too bad out of the wind, though, so I did some work outside this afternoon when I got home. While I was out puttering about, I decided that it was time to make a decision about my poor injured hen. She’s been crated for almost 3 weeks, and it just wasn’t fair to her to keep her confined any longer. I had decided to euthanize her since she was never going to be part of the flock. I even told DH that we needed to do it. So, I put her in my other coop/run until we could do it. I can’t. Other than the gaping wound on the back of her head (that’s healing quite nicely), she’s perfectly healthy. And I have a soft spot in my heart for the underdog (which is probably why I have the job I do). After I got her in, I noticed one of my BOs was just kind of wandering around by herself. I think she’s at the bottom of the pecking order. So, I opened the gate and lured her in. She seemed perfectly content to just poke around in the run. Then my raggedy looking EE came by. I lured her in the run, but she just kept pacing next to the fence so I let her out. Eventually my other BO came close, so I let her in the run. She paced a little, but settled down, so she’ll stay as well. My rooster showed me that I can never let him near Red (the one he injured).

As soon as she came out in the run, he ran to the fence, hackles flared. Then he stood next to the run and crowed and crowed and crowed.... For about an hour, every time Red came near the fence he charged it. I’ll alternate free range time, or carefully let the big flock out and keep the rooster locked up sometimes or something so the Tres Amigas aren’t locked up forever. They are in an 8x16 coop attached to a 12x16 run, so they should have plenty of space. I am justifying keeping them in there by telling myself that other people have more chickens than that in a smaller space and it works...

In other news, today my student has decided to call me “Steve”. I don’t know why, other than he’s a goofball.
I think the hen solution is perfect! Roosters have such a broad spectrum of possible behaviors - in our recent butchering, we did 1 because he was becoming human aggressive and 1 because he couldn't be let out or ALL of the other boys (my normally super mellow SBs) ganged up on him. Well, I guess when your testicles are the same size as your brain...


Okay, Steve, I hope you have a great day. :gig
 
Hello, Pond!
It was a grey, windy day on my lily pad today. It wasn’t too bad out of the wind, though, so I did some work outside this afternoon when I got home. While I was out puttering about, I decided that it was time to make a decision about my poor injured hen. She’s been crated for almost 3 weeks, and it just wasn’t fair to her to keep her confined any longer. I had decided to euthanize her since she was never going to be part of the flock. I even told DH that we needed to do it. So, I put her in my other coop/run until we could do it. I can’t. Other than the gaping wound on the back of her head (that’s healing quite nicely), she’s perfectly healthy. And I have a soft spot in my heart for the underdog (which is probably why I have the job I do). After I got her in, I noticed one of my BOs was just kind of wandering around by herself. I think she’s at the bottom of the pecking order. So, I opened the gate and lured her in. She seemed perfectly content to just poke around in the run. Then my raggedy looking EE came by. I lured her in the run, but she just kept pacing next to the fence so I let her out. Eventually my other BO came close, so I let her in the run. She paced a little, but settled down, so she’ll stay as well. My rooster showed me that I can never let him near Red (the one he injured).

As soon as she came out in the run, he ran to the fence, hackles flared. Then he stood next to the run and crowed and crowed and crowed.... For about an hour, every time Red came near the fence he charged it. I’ll alternate free range time, or carefully let the big flock out and keep the rooster locked up sometimes or something so the Tres Amigas aren’t locked up forever. They are in an 8x16 coop attached to a 12x16 run, so they should have plenty of space. I am justifying keeping them in there by telling myself that other people have more chickens than that in a smaller space and it works...

In other news, today my student has decided to call me “Steve”. I don’t know why, other than he’s a goofball.
I went all through school with a guy named John. After graduation he dated a girl who decided he looked more like a Steve than a John, so from then on, 'til we all started getting married & losing contact, he was Steve.

Weird!
 
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I got a fairly decent picture of Red’s head today. I think it looks like it’s healing quite nicely.
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