People. :barnie

Not only did the woman who was coming for Randy not show, but when she hadn't texted by 6:12 (she was supposed to be here by 6) I sent a message asking if she still planned on coming tonight.

She BLOCKED me!

Honest to God, does no one have an ounce of manners these days?

Hubby has a fever. :( We may be headed to the ER if it doesn't go down pronto.

This night is not going well.
 
People. :barnie

Not only did the woman who was coming for Randy not show, but when she hadn't texted by 6:12 (she was supposed to be here by 6) I sent a message asking if she still planned on coming tonight.

She BLOCKED me!

Honest to God, does no one have an ounce of manners these days?

Hubby has a fever. :( We may be headed to the ER if it doesn't go down pronto.

This night is not going well.
Manners? No, most people don't have them. Need help? Forget it, you're blocked. Did Dad fall on the floor and can't get up in the middle of a busy gas station store? No help for him either.

If she unblocks and asks for him again just block her.

Hope your husband gets well soon.
 
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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You know - she is just like a soloist practicing for her big debut...it isn't HER fault you came out while she was in the middle of a 'shower' singing her heart out in practice!!!:lau:lau:lau
 
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 !
Brats, both of them.
 
You know - she is just like a soloist practicing for her big debut...it isn't HER fault you came out while she was in the middle of a 'shower' singing her heart out in practice!!!:lau:lau:lau
I never got to hear Poppy sing the egg song. Poppet confirmed though that silkies have a high pitched egg song. Very reminiscent of Chiquita.
 
Happy Friday

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People. :barnie

Not only did the woman who was coming for Randy not show, but when she hadn't texted by 6:12 (she was supposed to be here by 6) I sent a message asking if she still planned on coming tonight.

She BLOCKED me!

Honest to God, does no one have an ounce of manners these days?

Hubby has a fever. :( We may be headed to the ER if it doesn't go down pronto.

This night is not going well.
You don’t want to give up your rooster to a flake like that anyways!
 
Hawk Attack - not how I planned to spend Fluffy Butt Friday!

At about 12:45pm the sun came out and I thought I would let the chickens out to play in the sunshine before having some soup for lunch.
I was sitting with them and getting ready to post a FBF picture when I heard a thump followed by a lot of chicken squawking. I saw what I thought was Bernie aggressively attacking Pooh and I jumped up and ran towards them shouting at Bernie to leave Pooh alone.
Then I saw Bernie running towards the fight and I realized that the bird that was beating up Pooh was a hawk.
The hawk took off moments before I got my hands on it. Pooh and I stood there looking at each other in a mutual state of shock. Bernie was also clearly quite shaken.
While this was going on I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Babs herded some others into the run, but Sylvie was left outside. She hid herself under old dead twigs and was frozen completely still and would not budge.
I started checking. Both Pooh and Bernie looked superficially OK. They could both walk and both ate some grains.
I found Piglet and Tassels hiding in the nest boxes, but there was no sign of Calypso. She was literally nowhere to be found.
I was absolutely sure the hawk did not fly off with her. The heaps of feathers looked like they belonged to Pooh, Bernie, and maybe also the hawk. No black feathers.
So I spent the next 4 hours crawling through undergrowth and calling for Calypso.

It was just about dark and I had pretty much given up hope, when Calypso showed up shouting to be let in. I burst into tears with relief. I had moved my cameras to look outside the Chicken Palace for signs of Calypso - but none of them picked her up - she just materialized in the run shouting. So I still have absolutely no idea where she went.

Tonight Pooh is roosting in Bernie's prize spot with Bernie's permission - and indeed Bernie is roosting next to Pooh.
My blood pressure and pulse have nearly come down to normal and my temperature has moved up such that I can feel my fingers and toes again.

I do so hope Pooh is not badly injured. I was too cold and shaken to do an examination immediately - though I did observe her walk about, eat and drink so I could see she was roughly OK.
I am now wondering if I should pluck her off the roost in the middle of the night or should just watch her closely over the next 24 hours. Plucking her off the roost feels like it might be terrorizing her all over again.

That hawk came out of nowhere and it must have seen that I was there and just didn't care. Terrifying. Meanwhile, this was the fluffy butt photo I was in the middle of posting when this all happened.
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