Afternoon all!!
My oh my so much to catch up on from yesterday afternoon! I forgot most of it already sorry to say!
So this morning started of well but ended up with DH at urgent care-him not me. I just went along for the ride. On Christmas Day he was messing around with the dogs and big ol' Sax swung his head trying to play keep away with his toy and slammed his fat head right into DH's shin. Fast forward to today and DH's shin is all swollen and red and sore. Turns out he called our doctors office and got the message that they are out of the office until get this Jan 3. Even the nice folks at the hospital urgent care were kind of surprised the doctors office was closed for a week. Anyway, turns out that he has a combo pf celluitis (sp) and a hematoma. So the doc gave him AB's and said if the swelling got redder, bigger, or worse in anyway to come right back to the ER. Then it is really urgent! So, there you have it. We are on wound watch!
What else. I lost two of the little Gold Star chicks. Not surprising. They were really really small and just not quite active and bright from the get go. Everyone else is perky and hale and hearty! They have graduated to shavings and are currently shaving bathing and testing their little wings out even as we speak. Nothing is cuter the little fuzz ball chicks testing their wings at a dead run! They have been excellent chicks to brood.
The Evil One has finally given up his name. I should not say this because I just know he will change it! Token aka The Evil one is still a naughty kitten however, as I was pulling him off of the kitchen table for the millionth time and then pulling him out of the washer, then dryer, then from behind the dryer, I told him that for a barn cat her sure did a whiz bang job at getting a good home with understanding parents! I told him that Barnie might be a good name for a wayward little barn cat but that I detest the name. (No offence to Barnies anywhere!) So that maybe instead of Barnie he was a Barnabas. Bubba to his friends. When I said Barnabus he looked at me like "Darn! She said my name!" So, he is now Bubba Cat.
TO-I 'll go in with you on the Oxine.
DrH-Have they hatched yet? How are you hands? Sore from the hand wringing yet? LOL!! I'd say a smarmy reply like better you then me. but I know my time is just around the corner for the angst of hatching, so I"ll be a good and supportive peep. Can't wait till they hatch!
Angie-When I hatch, I either sell them off asap or keep them around to see who turns in to a what and then get rid of the roos and the pullets I don't want. The roos I either pawn of on someone or process for either the table or the dog bowls. Processing the roosters is actually easier then you might think. Especially if they are mean. I used to be squeemish about processing my roosters. I sold them to the Hispanic crowd for mole (mo-lee). The old ladies had no problem offing them. Eventually, I got used to the idea after I realized that I wanted to start a good breeding program and my mentor to me that I had to be able to cull the ones that did not make the grade. It also helped that about time I had a rank rooster that would not let me feed or water him. At least not with out a fight and he nailed my hand. So I learned that day how to cull. There was no love lost and the dogs had stewed rooster with carrots. I even remember that his name. He was Sully.
Here in Wisconsin though, you can always take your unwanted roosters to a swap and sell them there if you don't want to cull your self.
Well, off I go to make dinner! Chat later
My oh my so much to catch up on from yesterday afternoon! I forgot most of it already sorry to say!
So this morning started of well but ended up with DH at urgent care-him not me. I just went along for the ride. On Christmas Day he was messing around with the dogs and big ol' Sax swung his head trying to play keep away with his toy and slammed his fat head right into DH's shin. Fast forward to today and DH's shin is all swollen and red and sore. Turns out he called our doctors office and got the message that they are out of the office until get this Jan 3. Even the nice folks at the hospital urgent care were kind of surprised the doctors office was closed for a week. Anyway, turns out that he has a combo pf celluitis (sp) and a hematoma. So the doc gave him AB's and said if the swelling got redder, bigger, or worse in anyway to come right back to the ER. Then it is really urgent! So, there you have it. We are on wound watch!
What else. I lost two of the little Gold Star chicks. Not surprising. They were really really small and just not quite active and bright from the get go. Everyone else is perky and hale and hearty! They have graduated to shavings and are currently shaving bathing and testing their little wings out even as we speak. Nothing is cuter the little fuzz ball chicks testing their wings at a dead run! They have been excellent chicks to brood.
The Evil One has finally given up his name. I should not say this because I just know he will change it! Token aka The Evil one is still a naughty kitten however, as I was pulling him off of the kitchen table for the millionth time and then pulling him out of the washer, then dryer, then from behind the dryer, I told him that for a barn cat her sure did a whiz bang job at getting a good home with understanding parents! I told him that Barnie might be a good name for a wayward little barn cat but that I detest the name. (No offence to Barnies anywhere!) So that maybe instead of Barnie he was a Barnabas. Bubba to his friends. When I said Barnabus he looked at me like "Darn! She said my name!" So, he is now Bubba Cat.
TO-I 'll go in with you on the Oxine.
DrH-Have they hatched yet? How are you hands? Sore from the hand wringing yet? LOL!! I'd say a smarmy reply like better you then me. but I know my time is just around the corner for the angst of hatching, so I"ll be a good and supportive peep. Can't wait till they hatch!
Angie-When I hatch, I either sell them off asap or keep them around to see who turns in to a what and then get rid of the roos and the pullets I don't want. The roos I either pawn of on someone or process for either the table or the dog bowls. Processing the roosters is actually easier then you might think. Especially if they are mean. I used to be squeemish about processing my roosters. I sold them to the Hispanic crowd for mole (mo-lee). The old ladies had no problem offing them. Eventually, I got used to the idea after I realized that I wanted to start a good breeding program and my mentor to me that I had to be able to cull the ones that did not make the grade. It also helped that about time I had a rank rooster that would not let me feed or water him. At least not with out a fight and he nailed my hand. So I learned that day how to cull. There was no love lost and the dogs had stewed rooster with carrots. I even remember that his name. He was Sully.
Here in Wisconsin though, you can always take your unwanted roosters to a swap and sell them there if you don't want to cull your self.
Well, off I go to make dinner! Chat later
