Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Ponypoor]

My family was commenting in a family group chat about the cold and how their critters responded to it.

My comment:

Sherlock wants out....then promptly wants right back in. Castor came out for breakfast, chickens demanded breakfast in bed.

Hahaha and who is a good Hooman

Breakfast in bed - nice!

 

[notabitail]

And of course she pointed that out and Bob also - soooooo I guess you owe twice the tax

Pay up. I think you owe some as well.

(Just checked. Yeah. I think you owe some. Should have read ahead, Ponypoor!)

 

[Ponypoor]

And now you also owe SHRA taxes....

CRAP!

Oh here goes MY SHRA tax for replying to that

Tax
Remember these little monkeys? And the mirror? I used it so I wouldn’t roll my chair over anyone, they used it to admire themselves

 

[BeastBaby]

Good!

But I don’t see any chooks at all!

You don’t even understand how that feels: I have shadowed Bob’s thread for SO long, and have always wanted to be taxed

So here it goes!! Current, right-this-minute CHICKEN DRAMA!

I moved the roosts around in the coop to fit Perry’s protection cage so she can sleep in there unbothered…
Well it’s currently bed time and Becky is guarding the door! The other three adults are ready for sleep.

Whiskey and Albert outside the coop, pacing and wondering when damned Becky will let them in.

Also, Dottie had a big day! Her first egg in many months! She vacillates between a nice clean beige or lovely pink eggs.

 

[Ponypoor]

This afternoon while out collecting eggs I heard it. The egg song. I stop, listen, is it? Yes it Is! That song is from a voice I have yet to hear and coming from the coop. Immediately stop what I am doing to rush to the coop where Poppet is singing the song of her people to the world. Sling open the door, she escapes continuing to sing and start searching. That little brat faked me out and lied. No egg and a Poppet happily planted in the middle of Russ's stall digging away. I mutter to myself, go finish collecting the eggs the good girls laid and then play ring around the rosie with her in Russ's stall. It is a wet rainy day little lady, back in the coop you go.
The Brat, picture taken last week.
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Good Poppet make your Hooman jump through hoops! You have been taught well

Don’t feel bad Rebecca Tippy had me climbing up the straw bale pile tonight hunting for eggs - she was up there this morning just belting out the egg song, I risked falling from 8’ up top trying to reach in the back of the pile - no eggs that I could find though. Sheesh !

 

[bgmathteach]

The queen is majestic like but what happened to Hattie? a minnie version?

No, no, if you notice...her feet are back further than the others - so she appears smaller because she is farther away. She just didn't want to make Aurora feel like there was competition for stature!!!

 

[Ponypoor]

Use should flood that periodically with a hose!

Oh if I could I would! They had such a blast that day! Who knew 4” of rainfall could be so wonderful

And of course then the mosquitoes were horrible to next week but well worth their fun day.

 

[Ponypoor]

You knead to make bread.

Ok that’s it - that definitely deserves some tax!

 

[notabitail]

Ok that’s it - that definitely deserves some tax!

Did you. Sigh. Read ahead. There's chicken tax right beneath that post.

 

[notabitail]

Mildly infuriated Philomena. She's taking a nap there.