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21. 6 May 2009 12:47 |
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solosater
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I'm so sorry there's no meat; I to am a carnivore (I eat my veggies but NEED my meat).
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22. 6 May 2009 13:26 |
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Don't apologise, solosater. Meat and eggshells shouldn't go into compost heeps because they attract rats.
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23. 6 May 2009 13:55 |
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Dragon
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I didn't know about eggshells. We always put them in the compost. (Of course Alberta is rat free so it might not matter here.)
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24. 6 May 2009 20:01 |
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solosater
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We put the eggshells down the disposer, it cleans the blades and doesn't dull them.
If you have chickens you can just rince them (the shells not the chichens, silly) and put them back in the pecking patch, they recycle them, or so I've been told.
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25. 7 May 2009 06:27 |
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Dragon
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I was told you shouldn't put eggshells back into the chicken yard because they'll start pecking the shells of their own eggs. Like they get a taste for it. (I'm a total city girl, so I could have this wrong though.)
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26. 7 May 2009 06:43 |
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lynnspotter
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I heard eggshells were good for tomatoes.
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27. 7 May 2009 06:52 |
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Dragon
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Ooo, that reminds me of a joke.
A women is trying desperatly to get her tomatoes to ripen but nothing seems to work. She looks next door and sees her neighbour watering his perfect, red tomatoes. So she asks him his secret. "Well," he says, "Actually I come out every morning and flash my garden. The tomatoes are so embarressed they turn red."
It sounds a little weird, but what the heck. So every morning for the next week she comes out in her bathrobe and flashes her garden.
At the end of the week her neighbour asks her how it's going.
"Well," she says, "My tomatoes aren't doing much... but you should see the size of the cucumbers!"
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28. 7 May 2009 07:11 |
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lynnspotter
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LOL for several minutes!!! I needed that! Thanks Dragon!
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29. 7 May 2009 07:26 |
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Dragon
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Anytime, lynnspotter, I've got a million of 'em.
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30. 7 May 2009 07:46 |
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matthew
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Here is an abreviated view of what a million of 'em might look like...
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31. 7 May 2009 09:09 |
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lynnspotter
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Two good belly laughs in one day~life couldn't be better!
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32. 7 May 2009 10:47 |
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Dragon
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I'm so glad that was an abreviated view. 
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