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Almost Self-Reliant
it's pretty small... not sure. If I get a chance I'll walk it off or ask my dad. My hesitiations are 1) spending money to block off corners then not having money for a trainer if I need it 2) getting kicked in the head
Mr. ON was going to meet me this morning to let me borrow his incubator. His wife called and told me he had fallen in the garage, so I went zipping over and their across the street neighbor lady was there as well. So here's me and Mrs H helping Mr Old Neighbor up. Have I ever mentioned that even at 90yrs old he is about 6'4?
He said he was sore and bruised but ok so we got him up and in chair there in the garage to rest. The instant his butt hit the seat he asked "how's that rooster? I miss him so much crowing all the time"
hehehe I love Mr. ON.
Anyway, after making sure he was ok, he sent me out to get his incubator. It is here by the computer getting up to temperature. I hope the eggs I have set aside are viable now.
This morning I thought the zombies had arrived without their motorcycles.... a banshee cry rang through the dark of my bedroom and had me and Rio both sitting up lickety split. It was Big Poppy crowing through his sore throat. Wow that was pitiful. He ate really well and the sun is out, low to no wind, so I took him out to visit. I set him down to see if he would walk (he doesn't move around much in the bath tub) and he wandered all over the yard. He still can't seem to reach his neck all the way down to the ground to forage, but he is walking and flapping his wings. His butt is absolutely bald - no fuzz even - so I won't leave him out long.
I feel like a Jeff Foxworthy joke - "If you find yourself showering in the guest bath because your tub has a rooster in it, you might be a redneck"
Mr. ON was going to meet me this morning to let me borrow his incubator. His wife called and told me he had fallen in the garage, so I went zipping over and their across the street neighbor lady was there as well. So here's me and Mrs H helping Mr Old Neighbor up. Have I ever mentioned that even at 90yrs old he is about 6'4?
He said he was sore and bruised but ok so we got him up and in chair there in the garage to rest. The instant his butt hit the seat he asked "how's that rooster? I miss him so much crowing all the time"
hehehe I love Mr. ON.
Anyway, after making sure he was ok, he sent me out to get his incubator. It is here by the computer getting up to temperature. I hope the eggs I have set aside are viable now.
This morning I thought the zombies had arrived without their motorcycles.... a banshee cry rang through the dark of my bedroom and had me and Rio both sitting up lickety split. It was Big Poppy crowing through his sore throat. Wow that was pitiful. He ate really well and the sun is out, low to no wind, so I took him out to visit. I set him down to see if he would walk (he doesn't move around much in the bath tub) and he wandered all over the yard. He still can't seem to reach his neck all the way down to the ground to forage, but he is walking and flapping his wings. His butt is absolutely bald - no fuzz even - so I won't leave him out long.
I feel like a Jeff Foxworthy joke - "If you find yourself showering in the guest bath because your tub has a rooster in it, you might be a redneck"