Chickens for 10-20 years or more? Pull up a rockin' chair and lay some wisdom on us!

[Beekissed]

Ridgerunner, those were fantastic examples of just how a kid stumbles into getting stung a lot as a child.

I too can tell endless stories of country working/choring bee "love" incidents. I rather hate bees and that's about the only thing on this earth I can say that word about....bees are the bain of my existence and they seem to know this. They will find me out of a crowd to buzz around and bother. Wherever I may be working outside, they will notice my trajectory, hurry up and build a colony a few feet in front of me, form a committee of war and plan a series of strategic attacks on my person~ JUST to tick me off!

Then they justify the whole foray onto my person by claiming that I " stepped on their nest".....

Bees are liars and haters and I have no room in my life for their nasty, pointy butts.

Yes, I am aware of the irony of my screen name in the context of this particular rant...

Disclaimer: Honeybees are of a different nature and I can tolerate them due to their industry, thrift, cleanliness and their purpose of making something good, healthy and sweet.

 

[Gargoyle]

I too can tell endless stories of country working/choring bee "love" incidents. I rather hate bees and that's about the only thing on this earth I can say that word about....bees are the bain of my existence and they seem to know this. They will find me out of a crowd to buzz around and bother.

I've fixed your handle in the above quote.

 

[loanwizard]

Yellow Jackets? You haven't lived til you've seen the Yellow Jacket dance. Kids today? They just don't know any move aTall. I was about 16 hauling firewood out of the woods to dad's 76 Pinto wagon.... with wood grain and mag wheels, when I got hit... Shew.... Like the wind I ran, hoppin on one leg as they stung the other, arms a windmillin slappin at them sons a beaches... 16 times they got me.... family was rollin around laughin as I stared balefully at them.....

I remember another time I was riding a motorcycle, a 1985 Honda 700 Shadow and a bee got me right in the left um.... you get the picture.... Believe it or not, I did not wreck the bike.

King of them all.... Hornets! Them Bass turds attack you. When I first got the farm I was happily mowing, oblivious to the hornets nest in a bush. As I neared it, one nailed me right in the forehead, knocked me clean off the mower.... I had no idea what had hit me.

Had another nest on the mailbox. Y'all should a seen me. Took a rag out wrapped around a stick dipped in kerosene, got in my suburban with the window mostly rolled up and burned those suckers. They flew out the hole as I was burning it. I hit the gas and took off.... took me 3 nights to win the war.

As far as grasshoppers, yeah they bite, but I must have tough fingers as they didn't hurt much. Surprising yes, hurt no...

 

[Beekissed]

Yes! The Yellowjacket Boogie Stomp...and I am quite adept in that dance.

 

[NanaKat]

New refrigerator??? You guys got new frigerators????

The only time we had that level of cardboard we had to put it down on the floor as flooring! (Now, that story is true...

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We have a 90 year old aunt that has one 40 years old and still working...needs a paint job.
Cardboard made great sleds on grassy hills...brings back many memories

I too can tell endless stories of country working/choring bee "love" incidents. I rather hate bees and that's about the only thing on this earth I can say that word about....bees are the bain of my existence and they seem to know this. They will find me out of a crowd to buzz around and bother. Wherever I may be working outside, they will notice my trajectory, hurry up and build a colony a few feet in front of me, form a committee of war and plan a series of strategic attacks on my person~ JUST to tick me off!

Then they justify the whole foray onto my person by claiming that I " stepped on their nest".....

Bees are liars and haters and I have no room in my life for their nasty, pointy butts.

Made me spew my coffee all over the screen

Hey Al...sorry to hear about a dog getting your birds for the Newcastle show this weekend. Was looking forward to seeing you there. Are you still going to go?

 

[Beekissed]

Dogs got Al's chickens????

RIP dogs..... Let a general shiver of pure, cold fear run down the backs of every pooch in America if even one dog dared to touch fang to Al's beloved Cornish flock.

 

[caj1985]

Dogs got Al's chickens????

RIP dogs..... Let a general shiver of pure, cold fear run down the backs of every pooch in America if even one dog dared to touch fang to Al's beloved Cornish flock.

From what I have seen of Al's Cornish, those must have been some tough mongrels to just survive the Cornish roosters. Sorry to hear about it Al.

 

[Beekissed]

I'm thinking the same. I'm also thinking those tough mongrels are now dead dogs. Al just don't need this kind of aggravation....sorry, Al.

 

[stonykill]

The farm wagon frame had a pole maybe 3" or 4” diameter that ran the length of it. When Dad had the box top on, that pole stuck out a couple of feet behind. When he had the hay bed on that frame, that pole was covered. With that box top, that pole was a great place for kids to hitch a ride. We often had three kids holding on back there. Pure case of child endangerment.
One day Dad was taking the wagon out of the tobacco barn where it was stored in the dry, and I was riding on that pole. Dad drove over a yellow jacket nest. The horses walked over that nest and did not get stung. The front wheels of the wagon rolled over it. The yellow jackets did not find Dad riding up front on the wagon. But by the time the back wheels rolled over the nest they were really mad. And there I was, riding barefoot real close to ground level on the back of that monster threatening their nest. Let’s just say they found me.
Another time, a different tobacco barn and I was a lot older. A neighbor broke his leg logging in the middle of the season to put the tobacco in the barn. This was burley tobacco, not dark-fired for those that may know the difference. You hang the burley in a tall barn to dry. Anyway, the neighbors and his relatives met the next Saturday and we put his tobacco crop in the barn for him. I was in the peak of that barn hanging the top row. We dealt with wasps all the time up there. Well, this one time one got me right on the back of the neck.
It’s surprising how fast you can get down out of the top of a tobacco barn if you are properly motivated. One of the neighbors took an old dried up tobacco leaf from the last year’s harvest, one of the tips that were particularly strong, chewed it up to a pulp, then put that on the sting. They made me set in the shade while thy finished unloading that load, but I went with them to the field for the next load and was back in the top of the barn to unload that load.
We had apple trees that would have rotting apples under them late summer. Yellow jackets loved those rotting apples. For entertainment and because I did not particularly like yellow jackets, if it was dry enough where the ground was dust, I’d coat my hands with dust, take a handful of dust and throw it on a yellow jacket, catch the yellow jacket and pull its stinger out. I’m sure I’d go to jail today or at least be evaluated as a sociopath.
I guess one last one, again in a tobacco barn. When cleaning out the barn getting ready for the harvest, we found a bumblebee nest in there. Dad put some gasoline in a sprayer and started digging the nest out. When the bumblebees came out, he’d spray them with the gasoline. That kills them. Needless to say, they were soon buzzing all over the place, both coming in from the fields and just coming out of the nest. A couple of us kids were standing back, watching. When we saw one Dad did not see, we’d yell “There’s one!” Since this is a family forum, I’ll paraphrase. Dad turned to us and said something like “I don’t know where there is. Could you please be more specific?”
Yeah, I really feel sorry for the poor neglected children.

it was a joke. one would thinkonthis thread that would go without saying

 

[stonykill]

Now Now stony starting to show your age

and your still young.

nah, just good country living