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oh I’m on Twitter, yeah, under my old Livejournal-era handle, dragonlady7. But I don’t really post there and I mostly only use it to look at my dude’s posts when I’ve been out of town a while and miss him. So, like, twice a month. (Usually I discover that he has gotten into a lengthy conversation with his coworkers about something really strange, and that’s about it.)
I used to echo my Tumblr posts there but I broke all my crossposting functions at various points. I can’t have nice things.
Finger Lakes have had a way worse drought this year, haven’t they? And roll-out nest boxes would cut down a ton on the egg washing but they’re like, three hundred dollars each or something, no way.
We need to get a better egg washing space, we’re (shh) using the chicken evisceration room for it between slaughter sessions, and you’re not supposed to ever use the space for anything else, it’s literally supposed to be locked up when you’re not using it, because I guess contamination or something, I don’t know. So we’ve got to get a different space, but baby steps. (A sink would be nice, I think. And a floor drain that worked. But that’s sort of asking for the moon, at this point. Sis wants a flower workshop, which would entail just a table set up somewhere indoors under a roof without junk piled on it, and that’s already kind of reaching. There’s just so much garbage to get rid of, so much decluttering to do, the big barn was built in 1943 and has never been cleaned I think, and the little barns– shit, some of them are from before 1800, and I’d be astonished if they’d ever been cleaned out either.)
Glamorous farm life! Hope you get some rain soon.
oh I’m on Twitter, yeah, under my old Livejournal-era handle, dragonlady7. But I don’t really post there and I mostly only use it to look at my dude’s posts when I’ve been out of town a while and miss him. So, like, twice a month. (Usually I discover that he has gotten into a lengthy conversation with his coworkers about something really strange, and that’s about it.)
I used to echo my Tumblr posts there but I broke all my crossposting functions at various points. I can’t have nice things.
Finger Lakes have had a way worse drought this year, haven’t they? And roll-out nest boxes would cut down a ton on the egg washing but they’re like, three hundred dollars each or something, no way.
We need to get a better egg washing space, we’re (shh) using the chicken evisceration room for it between slaughter sessions, and you’re not supposed to ever use the space for anything else, it’s literally supposed to be locked up when you’re not using it, because I guess contamination or something, I don’t know. So we’ve got to get a different space, but baby steps. (A sink would be nice, I think. And a floor drain that worked. But that’s sort of asking for the moon, at this point. Sis wants a flower workshop, which would entail just a table set up somewhere indoors under a roof without junk piled on it, and that’s already kind of reaching. There’s just so much garbage to get rid of, so much decluttering to do, the big barn was built in 1943 and has never been cleaned I think, and the little barns– shit, some of them are from before 1800, and I’d be astonished if they’d ever been cleaned out either.)
Glamorous farm life! Hope you get some rain soon.
