yeah I can see me telling her I think Lydia is doneTell her that's Great !!
They'll be easier to tell apart in the Smoker, now that they have names!!
Bear
we probably won't start getting eggs from them until around jan. they were supposed to the ameracauna( not sure of the spelling) but i'm thinking they are easter eggers which are related to the ameracaunas somehow. we had rhode island reds but only have 1 left. that's how we ended up with chicks the wife brought them home saying the older chicken looked lonely.Congrats! One of the five girls we got in April just stared laying. I got 4 small eggs as of today! 4 more and I'll have Breakfast!
What kind are they? Very excited for you Bro...JJ
your daughter sounds a lot like my wife, she brought 6 home that day then she stopped a week later at the store to get feed, she called me saying they only had 8 chicks left and she felt sorry for them that they didn't find a home yet and she wanted to take them home, I wouldn't of cared but i'm just not set up for that many chickens.My Daughter buys in a similar manner. Went to get 4 Pullets Chicks because we had too many Cockerels. She came home with TEN because they were only a dollar, the last ten at the store and didn't want to separate them!...JJ
I told the wife if they don't lay enough eggs i'll sit in front of them sharpening the axe, that should get them laying, if that doesn't work i'll try the smoker threatEnjoy those peeps. But, remember if they get out of line, just point to the smoker -- they'll behave!! R
that's some funny stuff, yeah once something is named it automatically becomes a pet not dinner.Too funny!! My late brother-in-law was a tough as nails cop with the emotions of a sledgehammer. One year he bought a young calf to raise for meat.
The next time I visited he was out in the pasture walking a 1200lb steer ON A LEASH. I asked my sister if he'd gone bonkers, and she sighed and told me that he'd named the damn thing and couldn't bring himself to slaughter it.
Too funny!! My late brother-in-law was a tough as nails cop with the emotions of a sledgehammer. One year he bought a young calf to raise for meat.
The next time I visited he was out in the pasture walking a 1200lb steer ON A LEASH. I asked my sister if he'd gone bonkers, and she sighed and told me that he'd named the damn thing and couldn't bring himself to slaughter it.
i'll go with this oneher disapproval of my jackassery
yeah you got a 50/50 chance always lean towards the safer side, you could always tell her you were cleaning your gun and for some unknown reason it went off.I was leaning that way myself