I went out to feed Sherry and Clyde out front and here come Topper zooming around the corner. I reached down and picked her up again and waited for Sherry to get finished with her eggs and then after petting and talking to her about being such a little piggy I put her down. This time she run over to the bowl and finished off what Sherry left. Donald gave me more dirty looks and I told him I was tired of Topper eatting her food and then coming out front and eatting all of Sherry's too. He knows she is a pig with no table manners what so ever.
I saw the ducks overhead practing their flight patterns for flying south. It's always sad for me when I see them I know summer is coming to an end. I enjoyed this summer so much being about to spend more time with the ducks and chickens. When I worked I didn't get to spend very much time with them and the winter time they were almost ready for bed when I got off from work. Hubbie would always give me reports on how they were doing.
Let me share with you all one of my favorite funny story about Hubbie and the chickens. I got home from work and Hubbie said I got everyone in the coop except for Fluffy I couldn't find him anywhere. I told him no wonder you couldn't find Fluffy we don't even have a chicken named Fluffy. I knew he was talking about Frosty our silky roo but it was so funny the way he said it. He said you know who I'm talking about the gray one with the spots. I couldn't stop laughing, finally I told him Frosty's name. From then on Frosty's nickname was Fluffy. He died in the coop fire last winter bless his heart.
Patty