Chase around turkeys half my size, get attacked by them, attempt to steal their eggs so the eggs can go in the incubator and hatch and get fattened for people's Christmas/Easter/Something dinner. I was on a breeding farm, so I chased around the hens to try to get their eggs. There is machinery to push the birds out of the nests in some barns, and in these barns, the eggs end up on a little conveyor belt and go into a box for you to collect later in a basket. If you're lucky enough to be in these barns, you really just have to floorsweep (because some birds will lay their eggs outside of the automated nests and SIT on them like, err, nature told them to) and go around the corners and pick the eggs off the ledges there. If you're not lucky and end up in an non-automated barn, you have to slowly inch down the entire length of the barn and manually shove the bird out of the nest in order to steal the egg (and they don't like this. At all.) and hope you don't break it in the process or management gives you flak. And each barn has nearly 300 or 400 nests. . .
After you do all this, you lug your baskets, often about 300 or 400 eggs (a barn holds about 1200 birds) to the main house and send them into a cleaning machine to clean them and pack them in a box to go to hatchery.
And that's NOT mentioning the two or three or four inches of manure on the floor of each barn, the days when the birds ESCAPE FROM THE PENS, the dead birds, the DUST (enough to get you coughing like mad every time you inhale) and stuff. Yeah, I loved the days when I got put on laundry duty. The only good thing about that job was that when you were in the barn/laundry room, no one bothered you.
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Date: 2007-04-09 09:00 pm (UTC)After you do all this, you lug your baskets, often about 300 or 400 eggs (a barn holds about 1200 birds) to the main house and send them into a cleaning machine to clean them and pack them in a box to go to hatchery.
And that's NOT mentioning the two or three or four inches of manure on the floor of each barn, the days when the birds ESCAPE FROM THE PENS, the dead birds, the DUST (enough to get you coughing like mad every time you inhale) and stuff. Yeah, I loved the days when I got put on laundry duty. The only good thing about that job was that when you were in the barn/laundry room, no one bothered you.