Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Marie2020]

Are there really ever tame bees?

Think before you answer.........

Well they can recognize your face so I have read.

 

[Ponypoor]

Oh I am so happy to hear that! Your gals are beautiful and such a variety of them

I know animals are like us, I bet they get headaches and other general unwellness the same as all of us do.

Thanks for the awesome update!

 

[LozzyR]

So I went to retrieve Penguin from the vet after work. I had mostly been ok all day, hadn’t cried until I got there. I went in, said I was there to pick her up, a vet came and talked to me about what the diagnosis was (most likely cancer, possibly bone cancer that then metastasised to her lungs) then I sat there for another 45 FRICKIN’ MINUTES waiting for them to get their sh*t together whilst in obvious distress! The vet nurse thought I was waiting for a consult, then worked out I was there to collect my dead pet, then faffed about with how much it cost (don’t ask for resuscitation, it adds $100 to your bill). Then retrieved the pet carrier WITHOUT her in it, then finally brought her to me. When I got her out to the car, I stopped to check it was actually her in the carrier! I then drove home which took over half an hour, in the dark, whilst bawling my eyes out! Hubby has dug a hole for me, now I’m going to give her a cuddle before I bury her.

 

[RoyalChick]

With littles I’ve had good success with t-shirts, and t-shirt material cut into smaller strips for chicken burritos, you can get a little stretch in them that seems to help swaddle without wrapping too tight. For Roosters it’s a towel or nothing… t shirt is too stretchy and they have too much wing strength and agility for such paltry confinement.

OK. T-shirt burrito it will be. Thanks!

 

[RoyalChick]

So I went to retrieve Penguin from the vet after work. I had mostly been ok all day, hadn’t cried until I got there. I went in, said I was there to pick her up, a vet came and talked to me about what the diagnosis was (most likely cancer, possibly bone cancer that then metastasised to her lungs) then I sat there for another 45 FRICKIN’ MINUTES waiting for them to get their sh*t together whilst in obvious distress! The vet nurse thought I was waiting for a consult, then worked out I was there to collect my dead pet, then faffed about with how much it cost (don’t ask for resuscitation, it adds $100 to your bill). Then retrieved the pet carrier WITHOUT her in it, then finally brought her to me. When I got her out to the car, I stopped to check it was actually her in the carrier! I then drove home which took over half an hour, in the dark, whilst bawling my eyes out! Hubby has dug a hole for me, now I’m going to give her a cuddle before I bury her.

 

[BY Bob]

Glad you’re doing well, and don’t worry… you weren’t the only one to drop off completely for a bit luckily everyone here is lovely, understating and *forgiving*, right y’all?

You know that we are.

 

[BY Bob]

Well they can recognize your face so I have read.

That is news to me. Very interesting.

 

[BY Bob]

So I went to retrieve Penguin from the vet after work. I had mostly been ok all day, hadn’t cried until I got there. I went in, said I was there to pick her up, a vet came and talked to me about what the diagnosis was (most likely cancer, possibly bone cancer that then metastasised to her lungs) then I sat there for another 45 FRICKIN’ MINUTES waiting for them to get their sh*t together whilst in obvious distress! The vet nurse thought I was waiting for a consult, then worked out I was there to collect my dead pet, then faffed about with how much it cost (don’t ask for resuscitation, it adds $100 to your bill). Then retrieved the pet carrier WITHOUT her in it, then finally brought her to me. When I got her out to the car, I stopped to check it was actually her in the carrier! I then drove home which took over half an hour, in the dark, whilst bawling my eyes out! Hubby has dug a hole for me, now I’m going to give her a cuddle before I bury her.

I'm so sorry they were so insensitive. There is no excuse.

One of the reasons that Éowyn goes to the new chicken vet is how poorly the previous vet treated my beloved Dr. Zoidberg when he had cancer. How can they be that insensitive. It displays a coldness that is hard to reconcile with an organization that is supposed to care for animals.

Dr. Z

He loved Christmas wrapping paper and Davis. They were buddies.

 

[rural mouse]

So I went to retrieve Penguin from the vet after work. I had mostly been ok all day, hadn’t cried until I got there. I went in, said I was there to pick her up, a vet came and talked to me about what the diagnosis was (most likely cancer, possibly bone cancer that then metastasised to her lungs) then I sat there for another 45 FRICKIN’ MINUTES waiting for them to get their sh*t together whilst in obvious distress! The vet nurse thought I was waiting for a consult, then worked out I was there to collect my dead pet, then faffed about with how much it cost (don’t ask for resuscitation, it adds $100 to your bill). Then retrieved the pet carrier WITHOUT her in it, then finally brought her to me. When I got her out to the car, I stopped to check it was actually her in the carrier! I then drove home which took over half an hour, in the dark, whilst bawling my eyes out! Hubby has dug a hole for me, now I’m going to give her a cuddle before I bury her.

 

[bgmathteach]

So I went to retrieve Penguin from the vet after work. I had mostly been ok all day, hadn’t cried until I got there. I went in, said I was there to pick her up, a vet came and talked to me about what the diagnosis was (most likely cancer, possibly bone cancer that then metastasised to her lungs) then I sat there for another 45 FRICKIN’ MINUTES waiting for them to get their sh*t together whilst in obvious distress! The vet nurse thought I was waiting for a consult, then worked out I was there to collect my dead pet, then faffed about with how much it cost (don’t ask for resuscitation, it adds $100 to your bill). Then retrieved the pet carrier WITHOUT her in it, then finally brought her to me. When I got her out to the car, I stopped to check it was actually her in the carrier! I then drove home which took over half an hour, in the dark, whilst bawling my eyes out! Hubby has dug a hole for me, now I’m going to give her a cuddle before I bury her.