thecatumbrella
Furiously Foraging
Flora has departed for her new home (not in the sky; she's an actual rehome). I'd like to take a moment to remember the good (and bad) times.
Flora was a cutie patootie chick that took forever to grow out her feathers. She was always one of my favorites, not only because of her adorable Cindy Crawford birthmark, but because she wouldn't take cheap shots at my hands while I cleaned the brooder.
As a young pullet, Flora mostly kept to herself. When we briefly tried to introduce some tiny chicks, Flora took exception to this. Her other friends were very welcoming, but Flora felt the chicks would do best six feet under. Was that a red flag? Perhaps. But you know, not everyone loves children.
Flora's life changed when she and her friends embarked on a perilous adventure... to my basement. To be treated for scaly leg mites. I remember "You Make My Dreams" by Hall & Oates playing on the radio when it was her turn for a leg soak. I apologized to Flora, and explained that while this was my least favorite Hall & Oates song, I could not turn down the volume while holding her in the bucket for 10 minutes.
I don't believe she ever forgave me.
The next day, she started to bully her friend Willow. Now Willow is a Calico Cochin Bantam. Flora is a Mottled. In hindsight, I now realize that Willow looks like Daryl Hall, and Flora looks like John Oates. Maybe this is a coincidence, but I'm pretty sure the real Hall & Oates have restraining orders against each other. This is how I choose to explain Flora's downfall.
Thank you to everyone who tried to assist me with our bullying issue. We tried very hard, but each attempt to reintegrate seemed to go worse and worse. Her new home will not only be a free range environment (complete with a creek), but will have 30 new bantam heads to smack around.
Goodbye, Flora. I wish you well.
What I want
You've got and it might be hard to handle
But like a flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame, yeah, yeah
Flora was a cutie patootie chick that took forever to grow out her feathers. She was always one of my favorites, not only because of her adorable Cindy Crawford birthmark, but because she wouldn't take cheap shots at my hands while I cleaned the brooder.
As a young pullet, Flora mostly kept to herself. When we briefly tried to introduce some tiny chicks, Flora took exception to this. Her other friends were very welcoming, but Flora felt the chicks would do best six feet under. Was that a red flag? Perhaps. But you know, not everyone loves children.
Flora's life changed when she and her friends embarked on a perilous adventure... to my basement. To be treated for scaly leg mites. I remember "You Make My Dreams" by Hall & Oates playing on the radio when it was her turn for a leg soak. I apologized to Flora, and explained that while this was my least favorite Hall & Oates song, I could not turn down the volume while holding her in the bucket for 10 minutes.
I don't believe she ever forgave me.
The next day, she started to bully her friend Willow. Now Willow is a Calico Cochin Bantam. Flora is a Mottled. In hindsight, I now realize that Willow looks like Daryl Hall, and Flora looks like John Oates. Maybe this is a coincidence, but I'm pretty sure the real Hall & Oates have restraining orders against each other. This is how I choose to explain Flora's downfall.
Thank you to everyone who tried to assist me with our bullying issue. We tried very hard, but each attempt to reintegrate seemed to go worse and worse. Her new home will not only be a free range environment (complete with a creek), but will have 30 new bantam heads to smack around.
Goodbye, Flora. I wish you well.

You've got and it might be hard to handle
But like a flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame, yeah, yeah
