BootyReGrit, unless we have some friends who want a rooster, the roosters will end up in our oven. We’ll probably keep one so we don’t need to beg fertile eggs from friends for our next batch.
Sometimes you’ve just got to have a bit of fun.
We’ve caught The Dreaded Lurgie.
Today marks the eighth day of sick kids. Yay.
It started with Boy3. The next day it was Boy2. Two days later it was the Baby Girl. Just as we were thinking everyone else had survived unscathed… Boy4 came down with it two days after. And last night Boy5. Boy1 doesn’t usually get sick, this time he’s escaped with a sniffle and slight cough.
It’s been an unusually quiet week. They have hardly moved off the couch. Hot lemon drinks with honey have been on the go. Thankful for our big old lemon tree with its seemingly endless supply of lemons. Looking forward to next week.
We’re giving the incubator a try because none of our chooks are broody and we don’t have a rooster. A friend lent us the incubator and another friend gave us some fertile eggs.
Don’t use the soap mum put in the bathroom.
It makes your hands smell like flowers!
Mum, is funner a word?
It can be when you’re four…
Just like awesomer.