Chicken Wrastlin
I just got finished wrastling and herding 30 chickens in my bronco. Picked them up from Bowmans Feed in Westminster and then had to get them into the chicken pin, which was interesting. Not sure how many times I got shat on. But at least now the pullets should be laying fairly regularly come fall when thanksgiving and christmas come around and our egg business picks up.
The Sweetheart (11:17:15 AM): If you have to wrastle chickens, then I’ll love you while I help you wrastle chickens.
Crys (11:18:39 AM): I would -pay- to watch you wrastle chickens.
Dad is pretty sore, I’ve been trying to keep him relaxing in his lounge chair and watch westerns. But he’s still a stubborn ass. He insisted on going with me to pick up the chickens, but I wouldn’t let him carry anything.
I’m supposed to leave here in a bit to ride up to the Highlands for their yearly Beltane campout. I don’t actually stay and camp anymore, did a few years ago. Since I live so close, I’d rather not pack up a bunch of camping stuff, set up camp, and then unpack and bring it back home when I live like 25 miles away. Hopefully I’ll have some pictures, but I don’t think I recharged any of my batteries.
In other news, my friend Ray donated 6 months worth of server hosting cost for my MUD. Which is hella nice of him, and will save me a good chunk of change over the summer.
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