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Welcome back, Fud lady. We have missed you lots and lots.

Just a little aside, I had a beautiful little porcelain 'duccle that was not a lot bigger than a sparrow who probably should have been a house pet but wasn't. She was friendly as anything and would fly up to perch on my shoulder from the ground when I'd go into the run.

Welcome back, fud lady.

The Fud lady's work has place of honor on my bird wall, formally the chicken wall but now has ducks as well.

I just picked up some lovely artwork by our favorite artist at the post office. Nice work, fud lady!

Congratulations! I will get a duck stamp next year even though I don't hunt!

I have the horrid habit of naming the critters when they are still chicks and haven't shown what they are yet. Thus I have one Silkie roo named Ingrid and an EE roo named Grace.

It is derpilicious! I love it!

I need to build a new small coop next spring and I'd guess I just saw the template for building it.

With six roosters in a flock of sixteen I think I'm pretty well roostered up for now. Too bad for someday I'd like to branch out to cochins.

I have to go with Derp, she is a star after all.

Talk about chicken yelling, my feathery flock is in their coop/run at this time due to a predator attack and they are used to roaming most of the day. They are letting me know in no uncertain terms that they are displeased. If they had little tin cups they would be banging them on the wire...

Oh, Matilda is a stealth chicken alrighty, she can sneak right up behind you and then let go with one of her pantent-pending shrieks, guaranteed to enliven your day.

My Australorp, Matilda, is one of the most standoffish birds that I have in the flock. She is also one of the very finest shriekers and will yell to let you know that she is thinking about laying an egg, still thinking about laying an egg, and finally laying an egg. Then the non-stop shrieking...

You are so lucky that your feathery friends like to be touched. I raised mine from peepers and although all will readily eat from my hand none of them enjoy being touched, never mind petted. The only thing they accept is a friendly little tail tug. Some of them seem to enjoy it and my EE, Kiwi...

Little looks sillier (to human types, anywho) than chickens dust bathing. They seem to get such enjoyment out of it however and on the same note I'll never forget the first time my feathery ones suddenly decided to take a sun bath right in the middle of the yard...dead, wing out chickens all...

I took a class on incubation and brooding a couple of weeks ago and the man running the class said eggs keep the best at around 55 degrees and six days is optimum but you can go as long as 14 before incubating. Any longer and the yield will be less. Store them pointy end down so the air pocket...

Trousers will never be gone because you shared him with us. I am sure that right now he is saying 'Howdy' in a dignified, giant rooster sort of way to Court Jester Romeo.

I can relate to that poem! Especially the grouching and crabbing first thing in the morning.Right now the feathery ones are inside their fairly dry run and Chipmunk, the rooster, is loudly reminding me that there are still poor imprisoned chickens out back here...

I have three Barred rocks and I can always tell Abigale from Milly and Milly from Petticoat but somehow nobody else picks up their special traits. Fud Lady, do you still help Mr. Trousers down from his roost in the morning or has he doped it out yet? George