Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[BY Bob]

Look @ the comb on him!!! He is going to be a fine looking fella. That is spectacular looking barring too.

He's got a long ways to go to be a large as his Dad but he is full of attitude.

 

[BY Bob]

That is MY Chair!

BY Bob has lost his seat this afternoon.

 

[RoyalChick]

That is MY Chair!

BY Bob has lost his seat this afternoon.
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Oh that second picture is unbearably cute!

 

[Shadrach]

Peaceful Corn Eating

Until.......

That looks all okay to me. I don't worry if a senior hen chases mum off as long as they don't bother the chicks at this age.
One of the advantages of having seniors sit and hatch is they tend not to get any bother from the other hens. This means they stay closer to the chicks. Not so important in your setup but very important here. A watching hawk will make a try for a chick if it thinks the chick is far enough away from mum.

 

[Shadrach]

Hi folks. I’m 34 pages behind again and will try to catch up this weekend! In the mean time, I know this group will not judge my extreme dorkiness I’m about to share. A little background:
I think you all know that my flock got too fat. So for several months I’ve been rationing feed. Instead of leaving one or two giant feeders out I only have a bunch of little feeders scattered throughout the run. This ensures all the girls can eat at the same time, but it also means I have to fill them every morning. I actually enjoy this routine.
Lately, Bridgey follows me around the whole time I’m filling the feeders calling for me. Sometimes she’ll peck at my pajamas or bathrobe or whatever I’m wearing. She follows me around until I’m done. Then I either pick her up, or I just sit down and she hops into my lap, and we have a morning cuddle. She would like to do this every single day. I started singing to her while we sit together. Do you know the song bicycle built for two? Well, use that tune and here are the words:

Bridgey’s Song

Bridgey, Bridgey, you’re the bird for me.
I love Bridgey, who cuddles happily.
You were my special little girl,
When you came into this world.
Now you’re the boss
Of the rest of the flock,
And you’re sitting on my knee.

Bridgey, Bridgey, delighted when I get home.
You know that means that soon it’s time to roam.
You learned to come when called,
When you were very small.
Now you call me,
So cute to see,
‘Til you’re sitting on my knee.

Bridgey, Bridgey, you’re the Alpha hen.
I love Bridgey, do you remember when?
We had your favorite sister,
Oh how I deeply miss her.
But I have you and you have me,
And you’re sitting on my knee.

Great job. I've jsut tried singing it and it works to the tune.

 

[Shadrach]

The tribes here don't have much of a problem with the heat until it gets to around 95F. Over 100F and they move to the woods.
It was around 86F when I took this picture of Donk, Knock and Myth in one of their favourite shade spots.

 

[BY Bob]

Oh that second picture is unbearably cute!

They were truly tuckered out.

 

[BY Bob]

That looks all okay to me. I don't worry if a senior hen chases mum off as long as they don't bother the chicks at this age.
One of the advantages of having seniors sit and hatch is they tend not to get any bother from the other hens. This means they stay closer to the chicks. Not so important in your setup but very important here. A watching hawk will make a try for a chick if it thinks the chick is far enough away from mum.

Ned worries me. He goes very far away from Sydney in his travels. Out from under cover as well. He does not fear things like he should. Including the pool. He makes me nervous for obvious reasons.

 

[LozzyR]

I have forgotten. How old is Lucy now?

Lilly laid an egg the other day. It was so pale it was almost white. Her eggs used to be dark brown. I get nervous everytime she lays too. She complains the whole day before so I now know when the rare egg is coming.

It would be nice if they just stopped instead of having the rare egg pop out on occasion.

Lucy will be four and a half (I’m guessing) in October. Whilst that’s not old for a chicken, I suspect it’s quite old for an ISA Brown.

 

[LozzyR]

Hi folks. I’m 34 pages behind again and will try to catch up this weekend! In the mean time, I know this group will not judge my extreme dorkiness I’m about to share. A little background:
I think you all know that my flock got too fat. So for several months I’ve been rationing feed. Instead of leaving one or two giant feeders out I only have a bunch of little feeders scattered throughout the run. This ensures all the girls can eat at the same time, but it also means I have to fill them every morning. I actually enjoy this routine.
Lately, Bridgey follows me around the whole time I’m filling the feeders calling for me. Sometimes she’ll peck at my pajamas or bathrobe or whatever I’m wearing. She follows me around until I’m done. Then I either pick her up, or I just sit down and she hops into my lap, and we have a morning cuddle. She would like to do this every single day. I started singing to her while we sit together. Do you know the song bicycle built for two? Well, use that tune and here are the words:

Bridgey’s Song

Bridgey, Bridgey, you’re the bird for me.
I love Bridgey, who cuddles happily.
You were my special little girl,
When you came into this world.
Now you’re the boss
Of the rest of the flock,
And you’re sitting on my knee.

Bridgey, Bridgey, delighted when I get home.
You know that means that soon it’s time to roam.
You learned to come when called,
When you were very small.
Now you call me,
So cute to see,
‘Til you’re sitting on my knee.

Bridgey, Bridgey, you’re the Alpha hen.
I love Bridgey, do you remember when?
We had your favorite sister,
Oh how I deeply miss her.
But I have you and you have me,
And you’re sitting on my knee.

That’s so cute Michelle!