So far today the ladies are getting the eggs in the right place. They had an awesome day yesterday, ten eggs total though that count might include some a couple of days old that I found in odd places. Landlady already has two dozen in her fridge, not counting what I’ve eaten.
Brought back some hardware from town on Friday, and yesterday I made some revisions to the watering pail so I can put more nipples in the bottom. The ladies do tend to queue up at the water. Had to move the bucket to the corner nearest the only electrical outlet so I could plug in the aquarium heater Landlady brought up last week. That works great, but standing the bucket on blocks means there can’t be more than two nipples in the bucket.
Atta girl, girl. It strikes me as odd that, in my entire life, this is the most tranquil relationship I’ve ever been in with a female of any species. And there’s a dozen of them! Seriously, with my history this shouldn’t be working so well.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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So glad the aquarium heater is doing the job! I’ll certainly try it here once I get my chickens set up. May need a BIG one, however. It is minus 14 now at 7AM, up from -17 when I got up. The front storm door was frozen shut, and I had a heck of a time getting it open so I could let out the dog. It’s been colder here a few times, but this is plenty cold enough.
You would REALLY hate a Wyoming winter. LOL
Oh, lord and I was feeling sorry for myself a while this morning when I came down to greet five above zero.
The aquarium heater would still work for you, though. It’s made for a much larger body of water. Cranked down as low as it will go, it keeps a 5-gallon bucket tepid.