Black Acres: The chickens that saved me

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Oh my gosh. I just had one of those heart stopping moments. I saw my main guy hop the gate this morning and did not think much of it as we have a few series of fences and gates that rarely get hopped by any of the flock with the exception, as always, the teens. Anywho, I go and toss out some leftover oats, craisens and walnuts to the crew and Spider does not come running... I look around, start blaming DH in my head for leaving gates open, check neighbors yards thinking maybe he walked through a gate and got jumped by feral cocks... still blaming DH in my head... start canceling appointments and rushing hatches in my head hoping to get his offspring... thinking about which one of my back ups I'll keep for #1... canceling sales in my head... looking high, looking low... looking in bushes and eye neighbor dog... start blaming neighbor and neighbor dog in my head... DH almost off the hook for blame...
And then I think to look on the last remaining bale of hay (we pick up new ton today) and there is my sweet boy. Quiet. Protective. Perfect.View attachment 2974591View attachment 2974592
Don't ever want to be with out this guy.
Guess I never saw or figured a hen hopping the gate too.
Those moments are truly heart stopping.
 
K. These guys are super cute! Great story and I am glad the Rip has you to rescue him ♡♡♡ .
Well, today was the day that I was going to get my foster fixed as I have their forever home waiting anxiously. But covid strikes again and they are short handed and I have to reschedule.View attachment 2974478View attachment 2974479View attachment 2974493Boo covid! I absolutely love these guys but am ready to do some catching up and moving on. I know they are going to the best home- better than mine! I miss my open door policy so my kitties can come and go as they please. Plus I am slightly tired of tripping over rugs and fishing out toys from under the fridge. Every morning I wake up and it is like poltergeist in my house. Little cuties ♡♡♡
Fostering is such a wonderful thing to do. There aren’t enough people that do.
 
Since becoming a teenager, Sammy doesn’t like to take pictures with his Momma anymore. I make him anyway. 😆
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It is fascinating to me all of the different colors an egg can be. I have a Cream Legbar that will lay blue so I can’t wait for her to reach POL. I don’t have any that will lay white. All shades of brown except the Legbar. I’d love to get an olive egger! 🌈
HA! Aside from my welsummer that barks & moans, my cream legbar lays green. A really pretty minty green. But green.

Although, I showed my aunt the eggs, and she said they looked blue to her. But she’s the only one who says they’re blue…

I’m afraid to see what the two polish will lay, at this rate with my luck, they’re really roosters…

Such a pretty setup you’ve got blackacres.
 
Oh my gosh. I just had one of those heart stopping moments. I saw my main guy hop the gate this morning and did not think much of it as we have a few series of fences and gates that rarely get hopped by any of the flock with the exception, as always, the teens. Anywho, I go and toss out some leftover oats, craisens and walnuts to the crew and Spider does not come running... I look around, start blaming DH in my head for leaving gates open, check neighbors yards thinking maybe he walked through a gate and got jumped by feral cocks... still blaming DH in my head... start canceling appointments and rushing hatches in my head hoping to get his offspring... thinking about which one of my back ups I'll keep for #1... canceling sales in my head... looking high, looking low... looking in bushes and eye neighbor dog... start blaming neighbor and neighbor dog in my head... DH almost off the hook for blame...
And then I think to look on the last remaining bale of hay (we pick up new ton today) and there is my sweet boy. Quiet. Protective. Perfect.View attachment 2974591View attachment 2974592
Don't ever want to be with out this guy.
Guess I never saw or figured a hen hopping the gate too.
Always check the bales.... That's were I found that silly pullet of mine, stuck between two bales and couldn't get out!!!
 

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