Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[featherhead007]

Honestly, they never cease to amaze me already! Even the crowing is so timely. First Mr Wyandottey crows at 04:50, and then Rudy starts at 05:15 waking up all the neighbors. And then I know it’s time to start my day.
I get a snooze alarm and a wake up call! Team Alarm Cluck!

Snooze alarm tonight:

 

[featherhead007]

Good night kids. I need to put a movie on, before Mr Wyandottey starts biting me!
Yes, “cry macho”!’

 

[rural mouse]

First holiday joke of the season:View attachment 3987479

Found a card once....

Rudolph, front leg in a sling, opposite hind leg on a cast, part of an antler broken and dangling from the rest, assorted cuts and contusions scattered over the rest of him. Sitting on a stool (back to viewer), wearing a dunce cap, leaning over a writing stand, writing lines on a scroll with a quill:
I will not play chicken with jumbo jet.
I will not play chicken with jumbo jet.
I will not play chic

 

[Ponypoor]

I could loan out Navi. She's the master at finding eggs. Here she's relaxing after a morning of hunting fresh eggs.View attachment 3987592

Ok come on Navi! Find those eggs!

 

[Sylvester017]

Rooster breeds we all need

 

[Sylvester017]

Found a card once....

Rudolph, front leg in a sling, opposite hind leg on a cast, part of an antler broken and dangling from the rest, assorted cuts and contusions scattered over the rest of him. Sitting on a stool (back to viewer), wearing a dunce cap, leaning over a writing stand, writing lines on a scroll with a quill:
I will not play chicken with jumbo jet.
I will not play chicken with jumbo jet.
I will not play chic

Seems like Christmas cards are early this year!

 

[featherhead007]

Just so you all know, Mr Wyandottey is happily sound asleep, laying down right next to me. I crawl under the blankets. The one on top is for any chooks incase of accidents. I hope that I don’t snore too loudly and awaken him in the middle of the night.
(There’s always the coop if needed)

 

[featherhead007]

Just so you all know, Mr Wyandottey is happily sound asleep, laying down right next to me. I crawl under the blankets. The one on top is for any chooks incase of accidents. I hope that I don’t snore too loudly and awaken him in the middle of the night.
(There’s always the coop if needed)

I’m sorry, but he woke up and wanted to sleep with sweet BoPeeps. I really don’t mind anyways. After all, they are chickens, and I’m only a human being.

 

[RoyalChick]

Hi everyone.

I think me and mom opened up a can of worms yesterday that there is no escaping from inadvertently.

I love this set of neighbors, they live right in front of us. They have been here for almost 13 years and have always been very nice and helpful if needed.

They both are middle 50s and they have a early to mid 20s son. I'm really not sure on his exact age. The son has Autism and something else. He is verbal but very shy and soft spoken, but from what little I have gotten him to talk to me you could tell he is very smart.

The last 2 years both parents have had both of their health decline pretty bad and in the last year the wife was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. The disease is advancing rapidly and is also affecting her mind. The last month they have had to call 911 for her at least a dozen times if not more. Her husband did reach out to me asking if I would sit and stay with her a few weeks ago when he had to go to the store. I told him yes but then never heard nothing else from them.

Yesterday when we got home from hunting once again the ambulance was in front of their house with her already loaded up. He was a wreck and asked if their son could stay with us this time if he would agree to it. He figured he would stay with us as he likes CeeCee and is not afraid of us. So we said yes and to his amazement his son agreed. He has refused and had a meltdown when asked to stay with a few different neighbors. He told us when it got close to dark he would probably want to go home and was apologizing saying his house was a mess and embarrassed to say there were a few bugs but was waiting on the landlord to sent out the pest control guy.

His son happily came over, sat in the recliner with CeeCee beside him, Keeper in his lap and watched cartoons. I fixed lunch and after we ate he wanted to go home so we went. We told him we would help his dad out and clean a little bit if he showed us what needed done and wanted us to do. I found out very quickly he has a routine, and things have to be done in a certain order or way or he gets anxious. He asked us to help by vacuuming the living room and sweeping and mopping the kitchen, dining and laundry room. We also did 2 loads of laundry for them. He also let me do the one sink full of dishes. I had to wash them in a strict order but he helped me dry them and put them away. When it got dark every door had to be locked, and all the dead bolts locked and every light turned on. He is terrified of the dark. I have saw meltdowns from him in the past and they all stemmed from the power being out at night. Yes I prayed the entire time that the transformer would not blow as it likes to do about twice a year.

His dad finally got home around 11 last night. They kept her for observation and more tests today. They think she had a mini stroke. He broke down. He is exhausted, in poor health himself, not sleeping and is like us. He needs help but because she is not terminal is struggling to find options to help him. I remember the struggles with grandma until we were blessed when hospice was finally able to step in. Those ladies were a godsend I promise. Mom still has all the paperwork from them with some information about other programs she is going to give him to see if any of them can step in to help.

Mom offered us both to sit with her when she comes home if he needs to go to the store or a doctor appointment. She also offered to help him clean a couple times a week. It is the right thing to do. Jonah helped us in the past. When our lawnmower was broke or when we did not have time to step outside with grandma he would mow our grass when he mowed his.

I just have to pray that his son does not have a panic attack or a meltdown with us.

That is a wonderful thing you and your Mom are doing.
I suspect you would handle a meltdown just fine, and maybe the son will find your animals calming.

 

[RoyalChick]

A bug bite, an injury? Puzzling. I'll have to reference my Storey's book on chickens!

I was wondering about bee sting. It doesn’t look like an eye infection to me.