Moving on

I went up today to see Mum and Dad. The markets were on and I hadn't been there before so mum and I went along. It was great!! They have a poultry/bird auction and it was very interesting. I was very very restrained and didn't buy anything even though I really wanted too.

On Friday, I tested the incubator again - just to make sure it was broken and yes, it is. I think it is the thermostat that has failed. As I was very upset on Thursday night, Greg checked the internet and decided that he could make an incubator - much superior to the one I had bought. So this is the next project - building an incubator!!! Will keep you posted as to how it goes.

Lacey the chook is still in the brooder box and seems to be going ok, though she is still a little bit wheezy. It seems that her choking has gotten a bit better. I'm hoping for the best with the 2 different medications and we are feeding her a high protein diet too to help increase her weight.

Cody is doing well too. At the start, he would take his pills in some food but this week he stoppped doing this - eating around the pills or not eating the food. If he doesn't take his pills, he will die but I can't tell him this!! We now have to pill him - this involves me scruffing him and holding his legs and Greg prying his mouth open and shoving them down his throat. Not the nicest thing but it is over quick.

The other chooks are happy in their coop and chook around every day. We are still getting an egg a day from Browney, but sadly can't eat them due to the medication she was given. Another week and then it should be ok. The others still haven't started laying yet but I hope they will soon. Oh and the chook that I thought was a rooster, is a rooster (not crowing yet). We will have to do something about that as we can't have a rooster here. I'm cheesed off that I didn't trust my gut instinct when I bought them - I actually asked the guy if he thought the chook was a rooster because I thought he was. The guy said he didn't think so but it really was quite obvious that he was - but I thought well he probably knows more than me. Oh well.

As you may have guessed, I was feeling pretty sad on Thursday night after the incubator failed and I had to chuck out my eggs. On Friday, I was still feeling sad but on look from my little bubba Michael made me feel a LOT better.

And here is Miss Jemma, ready for bed tonight. She is meant to be with her Dad this weekend but he had a party on tonight so we have her. She was in bed by 8pm and fast asleep by 8.05pm LOL - he lets her stay up WAY too late most of the time so is often absolutely stuffed when she comes here.

Jemma sometimes tells me I am a mean mum - at our house 8pm is bedtime for Miss Jemma - strictly!!! - well 99% of the time. I tell her "Yes Jemma, I'm the meanest mum in the world - how unlucky were you!! "

I love my kids so much but both Alex & Jem have told me over the time how much of a mean mum I am. And both of them have what I call - "Good time Dad's". Amazingly though - when something needs doing or if things go wrong or they are hurt............who gets the job or the call to fix it............. YOU GUESSED IT - THEIR MEAN MUM - me :-)