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During this period, it is necessary to reach the target bodyweight and flock uniformity to prepare the birds for the
production period. A special care has also to be given to the development of the digestive tract in order to prepare
for the fast increase in consumption at the beginning of the production period. A well-managed rearing period has
positive effects on:

Egg production (peak of lay and persistency)

Egg quality (egg weight, egg uniformity, shell strength)

Liveability
To achieve those objectives, it is necessary to respect the following basics:

Management (stocking density, drinker and feeder space, water, temperature, beak trimming…)

Lighting programme

Monitoring bodyweight and uniformity

Nutrition

Biosecurity and vaccination

A very beautiful woman had a husband. He was a very skilful fellow. Once he went to the mountains, and disappeared. But at night he returned, bearing a deer on his back. After feasting on the deer, they went to bed. But in the middle of the night, the woman wept and screamed, saying: "This man is not my husband. Though with shame, I will declare the fact as it is. His penis is so big, so big, so big, that it will not get into my vagina; and if it did get in, I should die."

Alarmed by her cries, the neighbours ran out, and came into her house; and one strong fellow took a stick, and beat the husband, saying: "You must be some sort of devil," whereupon the husband turned into a horse, and ran away neighing. Afterwards he was beaten to death.

same

otm

you cant do right for doing wrong

i enjoy the ambiguity in the final sentence as to whether it was big-dicked horse-man who was beaten to death or the strong fellow who called big-dicked horse-man a devil

makes u think

there was a third paragraph I left out cos it was boring, obviously the Ainu had a deep-seated suspicion of horses

horses: always trying to fuck your wife

and in a very real way Jesus is like that

didnt fall far from tree there tbfttm

jesus: always trying to fuck your horse

sometimes my professional life involves a misguided effort to persuade people who don't really want to play this society's game that it's important to play it; whereas what I should be doing is listening and enjoying their company more and reflecting on the important lessons they're teaching me

i enjoy the ambiguity in the final sentence as to whether it was big-dicked horse-man who was beaten to death or the strong fellow who called big-dicked horse-man a devil

makes u think

― PROFESSOR JIGGLY is loose in the Cat Room (bizarro gazzara), Thursday, 11 May 2017 8:42 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

the naysayer or the neighsayer

Don't call it a cumback

a+ estela

idle things are the devil's playhands

those devil's playhands in full

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our Joel used to have a green pair of those iirc

they weren't that amusing tbh

but the memory is blurry and possibly false

it's the hole in the one on the kid's left hand that puzzles me, tho tbh i can see some utility in filling it with peanuts or crisps or whatever so snacks are always within easy reach when i can't bring myself to move on the couch

and in a very real way Jesus is like that

― The Remoans of the May (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 11 May 2017 10:47 (two days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

didnt fall far from tree there tbfttm

― spud called maris (darraghmac), Thursday, 11 May 2017 10:52 (two days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

conjunction here reminded me of i think one medieval theory of how apes were so like humans, which was there was a person sitting up a tree while Jesus was doing his Via Dolorosa thing, who jumped out at him as a prank, and Jesus turned him into an ape so he would perpetually live out his knavery, thus creating the race of apes. dick move by jesus, harking back to his infancy gospel of thomas days.

well they kept the bit where he cursed the fig tree in the official books, and tried to pass it off as some weak parable

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Always swing by the Tring tiles if I'm in the British museum.

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getting harder to leave the house by the day

i got past this! i pulled some magic trick that didn't make me want to freak out at watching work suck the life out of me. don't know where that's gone, can't remember how i did it. clarity has been restored.

Good vibes homie.

made it out the door for another day of doing half my job - the immediate stuff, the personal interaction stuff, the looking after other people stuff I can do - when that isn't happening and I have to deal with the (metaphorical) piles of admin and record-keeping my brain just rebels, goes too custardy thick to know where to start, can't get motivated - I guess there's a glass half full side to this

I'm not even sad, just two dimensions shifted to the side of the one I'm in - wishing I could be an observing ghost, one of my long-term daydreams, an Oscar Wilde fairy tale phantom short of omniscience but incapable of touching what I'm watching. warmly pleasant dream of evaporation.

thanks co-ghost :)

file under one of the thread subtitles: "the quiet joy of navel-gazing"

wishing I could be an observing ghost, one of my long-term daydreams, an Oscar Wilde fairy tale phantom short of omniscience but incapable of touching what I'm watching. warmly pleasant dream of evaporation.

this has occurred to me too; sometimes the observing seems like the best bit of life

this is part of why i enjoy photography, and street photography in particular, so much: it's an excuse to observe without interaction

althought having said that i haven't had the mental energy to so much as pick up my camera in months so uh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i guess

lurking through life w/out every registering is the dream, right

oh for sure, i lurked here for a long time before finally posting

When shall I know whether ye have power, O Mazda and Right, over everyone whose destructiveness is a menace to me? Let the revelation of Good Thought be confirmed unto me; the future deliverer should know how his own destiny shall be.

klangspiel klangspiel tempranillo glowing round my brain

you don't have to type out every stupid mundane thought you have, Jim.

using realname when shit gets.... bleated?

typing out every stupid mundane thought you have is the essence of ilx

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under the new GCSE system I'd score that a 5

I'm not sure if Noodle and Jim are separate people or not. I'm not even sure why I'm Jim and not James, the former being the ex's preferred use because she'd already known a James and he was a douche. irony.

but it's fun to choose yr own name. maybe I shd let Noodle take over.

that score was for darragh's wordplay btw

that ramble was like why didn't I revert to the name I had as a kid when the number 1 reason I started using the colloquial form isn't my number 1 reason any more - I don't feel strongly either way, but the name I use now feels like another character/mask somehow. and my mom and dad would never ever use it.

god dammit every mundane slight tinge of a hangover lonely bored thought

it's this or faking opinions about popular culture I guess

you don't look like a noodle

if I could look different I'd really really want to tho

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BIG WEEKEEEEEEEEEEEEND

SPRANG BREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK

SPRANG BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEK

ever lie around the house not knowing what the fuck to do with yourself and getting gradually more anxious because yr brain won't settle down?

this is rhetorical, i'll go bed