Cyclelops, do you momentary open your mouth and look smiley when you smell. Actually, I have a pretty keen sense of smell too... must be our similar genetics.

BTW, I just love fresh eggs - when they have an orange color yoke. So good.

Mere

I am not sure if I look smiley when I smell. I kind of think I look a bit different....head forward, nose tilted up, lips tight together....sniffffff..........no, not as talented as a cat.....or dog.

I have brown egg layers and BLUE egg layers....as for the yolk....I assume it will be a nice rich gold or orange. My ladies are getting a 'pecking' order now. My husband calls these the $3000 eggs. It cost so much to set up for this.

That's okay. It's fun, it's an experiment.

My niece and her husband live in New Hampshire and have free range chickens. Then "Robert" the Bob Cat came around. He made quick work of "the girls", although I do hear that he didn't get all of them.

Well, I have an electric fence which does double duty as my pacemaker too! No arrhythmias for a week after I touched it. Unfortunately they are back now....badumpdump.

Woe to the predator that comes after my 'girls'.:mad::hissyfit::ranting::mf_swordfight:

All of us with dysautonomia should have an electric fence in our yard. I remember spitting on one when I was a kid - and the saliva was still attached to my mouth. Boy, did I get a jolt! Duh.

My kids still laugh about when they were little and a neighbor watched them for a few hours while I worked. They had a big farm and electric fences. They had a boy about 10 and mine were a few years younger, every 2 years.....

Of course, the older kids could crawl under the fences unscathed. My brood went to crawl under it, following my sitter's 10 year old son, and the oldest crawled under the line, then the next, then the next all made it fine...until the littlest one.....he stood up, right under the line.

BZZZTT... He still has a scar on his head hidden in his hair. We call it his 'electric part'. He is not amused. He was only two! I am not sure who was in charge of watching him, but they didn't do a very good job.

He has always had this odd relationship with electricity. You know those corn on the cob holders, the ones shaped like littled corn cobs with 2 sharp prongs in them to stick into corn on the cob???? Guess what he did with those when he was little. He stuck it in an outlet. He was fine. I was not! Just about had a heart attack. I heard the darn plastic sizzle. Well of course....they looked like plugs, did they not??? Naturally he found the one outlet without childproofing. Lord....and I wonder why my nervous system is shot.

He is 26 now and still gives me new gray hair every week.

That's a funny story. I know the little corn holders you are mentioning. He sounds like a handful. Is he an electrician by chance?

No, he is a luthier.....(repairs stringed instruments)....and makes instruments too. I think he needs to stay away from electricity, lol.

Thanks for the invite to the 'club'?
 

I really don't know IF I've suffered enuf to qualify tho.....
Frightening concept tho, afterall?

Cy? You are beginning to sound ALMOST like 'the Martha' regarding the hens? :yikes:

Mere? Cats are gonna be cats where-ever and not a thing can change THAT!

Flemen? I've always understood it to be a male animal smelling the others in the area to mark their territory or the like. I won't go into the details, as some of it is a bit too basic for sensitives who mite visit this site :o.

Onwards, off to research my own new symptoms. And, await a skyfalling type of thunderboomer between now and bedtime!

Scritch care and love your critters, pay attention to the spouses and the kids and be kind to all others [IF you can]. HUgs and hope!!!! :hug::hug::hug:-j

That's an interesting and unique profession - luthier. I wish I knew how to do something neat like that...

Actually, I did see my female cat do the fleman reaction when she was cleaning her private areas one time. She looked up and made that smiley face. I asked her if she needed some FDS - for that 'fresh' feeling... really, it did happen. I almost blew a gasket at the time.

Mere