Forgive me if this is already posted, I did use the search function but found no tribute to these adorable chicks! (or terrifying)
Cross Orloff chickens are also very welcome just as pures. As they are a critical breed and I like all forms.
Stories and extra tid bits about the chickens are just great to hear too.
POST AWAY!~
My snoozer...I went to visit a farm in South Chandler eight years ago when literally everything that was not a cow, cow pie, some kind of crop or dirt now, was.
Being so dang impressed with seeing all of the "adeerable moo moos" and just hearing I was allowed to play with the chickies...I lost it. Like Pokemon the first movie lost it. Like dear lord please give the kid some valume before she implodes lost it. I came screaming around the corner fence and tripped (face planted) into the side of the chicken coop with my stupid purple "believe in unicorns" t-shirt and gave flippin heart attacks to twelve hens sunbathing in absolute silence. Dirt cakes went flinging into the roof while the chooks collided into one another bickering like old timeys about which medications give them gas pockets over their morning breakfast oatmeal. I was way too found of them and kept screaming "Oh my GOOOSSHHHHH! Chickies! OH MY GOOSSH!!". As bad luck would have it Mr.NurseRacket was not too found of me, nor the talk of old farts laying cheese instead of eggs. After some deep observation in his super secret hiding spot he decided to graciously introduce himself in the form of kamikaze style attack from the mysterious skies above. My blond perfect head shining in the glorious sun; clearly the target. Down he went and bashing into the coop wall again, I went. He must have been a true believer in the saying "third times the charm" because while I was trying to remove his talons from my spine he went for beak and eye contact. I stumbled forward and Mr.Racket took the third round with the coop wall for me. Just to prove what he believed in, I'm sure. A portly lady waddles over speedily, dusts me off while asking franticly if I was blinded and of course being a kid with severe ADHD I busted out laughing and crapping giggles. Mr.Racket furiously squawked at me to raise my dosage and go back to the freaking coloring corner already. Both parties were fine and my parents apologized to the owners apologizing saying, "Really, this happens with her. It just does." And continues to happen to this day. Yes, I do still crap giggles. Want some?
Until this year I had no idea what breed it was and really never thought about it. After looking over BYC, I discovered that the pretty hawky thing was a Russian Orloff. What a gorgeous hawky thing he was too.
Cross Orloff chickens are also very welcome just as pures. As they are a critical breed and I like all forms.
Stories and extra tid bits about the chickens are just great to hear too.
POST AWAY!~
My snoozer...I went to visit a farm in South Chandler eight years ago when literally everything that was not a cow, cow pie, some kind of crop or dirt now, was.
Being so dang impressed with seeing all of the "adeerable moo moos" and just hearing I was allowed to play with the chickies...I lost it. Like Pokemon the first movie lost it. Like dear lord please give the kid some valume before she implodes lost it. I came screaming around the corner fence and tripped (face planted) into the side of the chicken coop with my stupid purple "believe in unicorns" t-shirt and gave flippin heart attacks to twelve hens sunbathing in absolute silence. Dirt cakes went flinging into the roof while the chooks collided into one another bickering like old timeys about which medications give them gas pockets over their morning breakfast oatmeal. I was way too found of them and kept screaming "Oh my GOOOSSHHHHH! Chickies! OH MY GOOSSH!!". As bad luck would have it Mr.NurseRacket was not too found of me, nor the talk of old farts laying cheese instead of eggs. After some deep observation in his super secret hiding spot he decided to graciously introduce himself in the form of kamikaze style attack from the mysterious skies above. My blond perfect head shining in the glorious sun; clearly the target. Down he went and bashing into the coop wall again, I went. He must have been a true believer in the saying "third times the charm" because while I was trying to remove his talons from my spine he went for beak and eye contact. I stumbled forward and Mr.Racket took the third round with the coop wall for me. Just to prove what he believed in, I'm sure. A portly lady waddles over speedily, dusts me off while asking franticly if I was blinded and of course being a kid with severe ADHD I busted out laughing and crapping giggles. Mr.Racket furiously squawked at me to raise my dosage and go back to the freaking coloring corner already. Both parties were fine and my parents apologized to the owners apologizing saying, "Really, this happens with her. It just does." And continues to happen to this day. Yes, I do still crap giggles. Want some?
Until this year I had no idea what breed it was and really never thought about it. After looking over BYC, I discovered that the pretty hawky thing was a Russian Orloff. What a gorgeous hawky thing he was too.
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