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Or a hip.I miss my bikes. But I can’t take the risk anymore, of riding on the road. Too old to ride a dirt bike. I’d break my leg.
Or a hip.I miss my bikes. But I can’t take the risk anymore, of riding on the road. Too old to ride a dirt bike. I’d break my leg.
I miss mine too and gave them up after waking up in the emergency ward and never wanting to be hurt that bad again.I miss my bikes. But I can’t take the risk anymore, of riding on the road. Too old to ride a dirt bike. I’d break my leg.
Cute lil shitz
Yeah and they taste good too in about 8 weeks. Asians actually eat the eggs after they have been incubated around 10 days. Then they boil the egg and developing embryoCute lil shitz
Hee, hee, hee, we raised chickens to eat growing up and they were fun, but the brood of Pheasants that we hatched put things in better perspective.
That's the old saying about Michigan; Don't like the weather? Just wait a minute.Freezing cold this morning in the dark heart of the Mitten. High of 60 today!!!!!
Next Friday its supposed to be almost 90 again according to my weather App..lol Crazy weather.
PURE MICHIGAN
Never been anywhere else where one day its so stiflingly hot and humid you can barley breath and the next day you can see your breath...
Enjoy your Saturday.
I've raised both. I used to love the banty chickens attacking the field mice like a bunch of velociraptors. Didn't matter which chicken caught it, they had to keep it long enough to eat it. They spent more time running with the dead mouse than they did catching it.Hee, hee, hee, we raised chickens to eat growing up and they were fun, but the brood of Pheasants that we hatched put things in better perspective.
They are way more equipped to take care of themselves than a baby chicken and a hoot to watch forage. I remember watching a Pheasant chick being stung by a wasp that it had chased down and cornered, and as it was crying out in pain, half a dozen other chicks were going for the wasp.
Banty's are a hoot in and among themselves. I remember our old Banty hen terrorizing our dogs to keep them away from her brood that followed along like troopers behind her, everywhere she went..That's the old saying about Michigan; Don't like the weather? Just wait a minute.
I've raised both. I used to love the banty chickens attacking the field mice like a bunch of velociraptors. Didn't matter which chicken caught it, they had to keep it long enough to eat it. They spent more time running with the dead mouse than they did catching it.
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