Hey, the horses get apples.


(Cheetos flavored apples) :gig
Louis will just pass on all treats, he's a little bit pudgy anyway. There still is the promise of grass. Although, he's still wondering about his own personal chicken. Would Blu be up for a ride lol. He'd let any chicken sit on him as long as they wanted.
 
I've kept in touch through facebook with the breeder of my original Marans. He just gave me a heads up that he loaded his incubator up last week about 80 eggs. 2/3 of them should be blues, with the possibilities of splash as well. Why did I promise my child Lavenders. If it wasn't for that promise I'd be first in line for blues as well as 1 or 2 splash chicks just for fun. I can make room for the lavenders, but adding all 3 colors is just not possible at this time. :barnie:he
 
How’s the puzzle going @BY Bob?
Hope Eve and Davis have been helping 😉
I finished Abbey Road now starting on the Last Supper (I’m not religious but it looks interesting, my uncle lent it to me).

As I was doing the edge earlier I hear my feathered ladies chatting secretly outside the dining room window. They had discovered one of my jalapeño plants on our covered area, the one i have in a pot, and were making a sneaky attempt to pinch the leaves off 😬

Snow: You go first, Belle, you’re the favourite, she won’t get cross at you.

Belle: No way! I am the favourite and I want to stay that way!

Bok: Move aside young ones, I’ll show you how it’s done.

Belle: But Big Bad Bok, you’re old and slow, you will never get away with it...

Bok: Hush you silly young thing, I can and I will!

Snow (to Belle): Let the old dear go first, sister, she can cop the wrap from Mummy.

Bok: *munch munch* mmmm, it’s ok but not great.

Snow hearing door open: Here comes Mummy, quick, scarper!

Bok: Dont forsake me, little ones!!! You were right, I am slow!

Me herding Bok away, the other 2 have run off: Oh Bokky, get out of that, you guys shouldn’t eat those. Ooo, a caterpillar, here you go, old lady.

Bok rejoining the young ones: Hmmmm, yummy caterpillar. Now tell me, who is the favourite again?

(My first go at chook narration, be kind 😉)
 
My girls need some kind of bouncer to keep them in check. They were arguing with me because I had to clean out their downstairs run the other day, there I was dragging the wet card board and wood chips out and they all ganged up on me.

Their language was disgusting, flex screamed bok brok brok, then all hell broke loose, leaving me covered in damp wood chips and chicken poops :hit:yesss: It was at that point I lost it shouting back at them bok brok,bok bok :duc ( yes I can cuss to when needed).
I'm not sure who won, but it looks as if they probably did, because they got treats and I had to take a shower :idunno

@Grammy60
 
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Someone was brave enough to walk in the snow inside the run. But Magggie decided not to go for her morning walk outside the Palace after rushing the door.
I gave them left over shrimp tails, broccoli and rice. They think I am joking about eating broccoli.
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