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Re: This Mornings tour

???

 

they are "free range"

 

They just have a white plastic fence around 3 sides of the building. Comes in rolls like snow fence. Just 30 to 50 ft out around the building. Chickens go back in at night on their own. No stray grasshoppers survive inside the fence.

 

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Re: This Mornings tour

Many years ago, we had chickens -- no fences -- but it was only a couple hundred, not 20,000!  Hens mostly returned to the nests to lay eggs, and most spent nights in the henhouse.  From your posted picture, I was just visualizing what it would be like to have 20,000 of them (instead of 200), the way we used to do it, kind of like a mental cartoon.

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I can't keep up

Saw the new retail price on a new 12 row center fill planter yesterday.

 

WOWSERS

 

No special openers, bottom of the line monitor, markers,  spring down pressure, Insecticide though.

 

 

 

 

 

$123,000 and change. More than $10,000 a row.

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Re: I can't keep up

Record crops ahead Hobby, go ahead make the dealers day.

$10,000 per row? I think I would plant twice as many rows so I could spread out the cost. LOL
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Re: I can't keep up

Wow, is that's without 15" splitters?
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Re: I can't keep up

12-30 only - center fill - insecticide - 3 seed disc's - vac planter

 

The center fill option was $12,000 over individual boxes.

 

That was just the "retail" price.

 

 

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Re: I can't keep up

Hobby, are planters like grain bins, where the bigger they are  cheaper they get (per row/per bu.)?? Maybe a 36 row would be more economical?? ; )  Yup, that's what i'd do!

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Re: I can't keep up

 

A mother is driving her little girl to her friend's house for a play date.

 

'Mommy,'the little girl asks, 'how old are you?'

 

'Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,' the mother replied.
'It's not polite.'

 

'OK', the little girl says,
'How much do you weigh?'

 

'Now really,' the mother says, 'those are personal questions and are really none of your business.'

 

Undaunted, the little girl asks,'Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?'

 

'That's enough questions, young lady! Honestly!'

 

The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.

 

'My Mom won't tell me anything about her,' the little girl says to her friend.

 

'Well,' says the friend,
'all you need to do is look at her driver's license.
It's like a report card, it has everything on it.'

 

Later that night the little girl says to her mother,
'I know how old you are. You are 32.'

 

The mother is surprised and asks,
'How did you find that out?

 

'I also know that you weigh 130 pounds.'

 

The mother is past surprised and shocked now.
'How in Heaven's name did you find that out?'

 

'And,' the little girl says triumphantly,
'I know why you and daddy got a divorce.'

 

'Oh really?' the mother asks.'Why?'

 
 
 

'Because you got an F in sex.'

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Why we shoot deer in the wild: (A letter from someone who wants to remain anonymous, who farms, writes well and actually tried this)

I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them.

I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope, and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison.

I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back. Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead.

My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy.

I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down. Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope......to sort of even the odds!! All these events are true so help me God...An Educated Farmer
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Re: I can't keep up

wow KY, what a story.....I'm a bowhunter --- won't feel so bad about drawing back on a doe's vitals next fall.

 

thx for the story - i know they are hearty animals - survive 100* Tx drought for 3 months in the summer....then, being so scrawny, you can see their ribs poking out, survive with no body fat -- a  freezing cold/wet winter w/o hypothermia to death....................

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