Dan: I will send another invitation to you via newlywaaz/hotmail. It might end up in junk mail. (Emily, don't open or send this one, or it won't work I think) Do what it says - which I think means you sign up for a blogger account. Then you can be your own self. Or, like I said, just sign your name and all us figure it out people will guess that it must be you, not me.
Sam is Dr. B
Can I put the link to your blog, Sam, here? It is quite private but of course you never know.
Eggs: Little Phoenix was less than thrilled with the other hens trying to come into her space. I moved the eggs over one bog and I guess she is so smart (hysterical laughter) that she moved too. What a chicken. I am letting her try to hatch 15. I cracked a dozen eggs from a week or two ago (refridgerated) and noted a 50% fertility rate, if I read my pictures correctly. If I can get someone to create a candling device I'll look in on the little buggers and see if I can see anything happening in there. If there is nothing, my preconceived plan is to blame the rooster.
Sam: Don't know why I'm thinking about eggs and such. But you are probably the only one surprised that I am. The search words that I google would make you embarrassed to be related.
Dan: BBC? what did they say? What search words would I google?
Dan: Tim has a WNY beach. So there. He is off taking pictures to document.
Okay, need to go fix stuff for Nick's birthday. 4 Days late. (told him it was to celebrate the day he came, actually April 8, so we're only a day late). You know what a party animal I am so can presume I am in the midst of Serious Preparations.
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