October 8th Eggs…
October 9th Eggs…
October 10th Eggs…
October 11th Eggs…
October 12th Eggs and a crazy dog named Kyle…
There you have it… 🙂
October 8th-12th 2016 Egg-A-Day
October 8th Eggs…
October 9th Eggs…
October 10th Eggs…
October 11th Eggs…
October 12th Eggs and a crazy dog named Kyle…
There you have it… 🙂
FixedByDoc 
Was Kyle after a chipmunk? Seems the sawdust barrel is occupied and how much of that wood is stacked inside the house for a good burn to heat up the shower water and take the morning chill out of the cabin? Please let me know if the ram pump is making life easy for both of you. The outside sink: would like to know if it’s holding up to daily use and will the cold weather take its toll. Thanks.
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Kyle believes a family of chipmunks lives in the wood stack. We only use the rear outside sink when washing the animals or garden tools etc… We do have a nice indoor kitchen sink to 🙂 The ram pump is awesome and working great so far. Nice not having to fetch water. We keep about three days of fire wood inside the cabin in our wall designed to be a wood stack and room divider. Heating water right now for a nice hot shower before bed. Have a neurology appointment in Pittsburgh at 8:30 am tomorrow morning. Going to scan my brains.
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OMGT! What am I hearing, people?!? Nobody better ruffle so much as a feather on General Tso’s apricot speckled butt! He carries the DNA of our beloved divine brood mom, Pixie! The General has been charged by the cosmos & all that be, with a mission to see to it that her DNA is passed on for many generations to come. AND, ultimately, through our finely feathered ginger goddess Tandoori’s bloodline! There will be no more side eyeing the General with thoughts of BBQ on your minds! Shame on you! I cluck for your salvation! Cluck cluck cluck blasphemy cluck, cluck sacrilege, cluck cluck cluck. Cluck BBQ cluck cluck hot sauce, cluck cluck cluck smite cluck. Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck. Ahen. A meme shall be forthcoming. #TeamTso
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Poultry-Puberty seems to have hit General Tso hard… maybe we should bu-gawk for his hormones to crank down a few clucks so he can concentrate on his preordained task of guarding the great Tandoori. He might be suffering from the temptations of roster teenagerness (being a good cockerel is tough sometimes!) or rebelling against predestination? I just can’t stand by and let a rooster chase a gal across the yard in laps while she’s clucking the equivalent to ‘screaming her head off’ and is so desperate she *enters the yard* to flea him. Oregano has taken to hiding in the woods until just before the flock goes to bed and STREAKING (…ok so it’s funny to watch ’cause she’s molting too) back from the bushes to the coop to get past him…. so I shall cluck for the General to remember his manners and be chivalrous! Cluck Cluck CLUCK cluck! ahen!
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OMGT, those poor hens! I didn’t realize Tso was full metal satyriasis. Dunno what could be done to calm the General’s labido… Threaten to send him to a Mormon homestead, perhaps? Maybe set him up with a harness so Addie can take him along on her runs. After that a tasty ration of saltpeter laced scratch, followed by chicken yoga, plus a stern clucking to by 🎶Sexual Harassment Chicken.🎶 I’ll be intensely clucking for a drop in his testosterone level before somebirdy gets hurt. Damn it, Tso! Why did your little gangsta ass have to turn into such a friggin’ frat boy?
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Addie says: Perhaps all the “oooh there goes General Tso ooooh” went to his bird brain… I am seriously considering making some chicken saddles… No No, they’re not to make riding them easier, it’s to protect the lady’s feathers! I just have to figure out how to get them to wear them and keep them clean/dry, I can’t imagine a sandy dust bathed soggy feather protector would be an improvement in comfort over baldness. However, I would love, love, love to take my husband’s little cockerel jogging with me to get him so tired he can mind his manners. If we get that working it’s worth post cards, t-shirts, and bumper stickers! And yes, I’ve already called him the Sexual Harassment…Chicken! Unfortunately the ultimate fate for all those “gosh you’re a hot lady” is for them to find out posthumously how hot the barbecue is. I cluck for their manners!
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