Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Kris5902]

Adult Protective Services sounds like the right call to make.

Please try to distance yourself from her words...hurtful as they may be,it is the disease. Friends and family will remember how much you tried, and will understand, and Grandma is not in a place to reasonably judge. (Are any of us when we are 'too close' to the situation ourselves?)

I know this is a lame attempt at making you feel better...but remember, she couldn't hurt you so deeply if you didn't love her....remember the grandma that you love...this is Lulu's alien invasion of Grandma at the moment.

This is 100% true. And gets easier to remember and do as the cognitive functions drop. Care in the home can only go so far, even with the help of professionals coming in. @RebeccaBoyd you and your family have already gone above and beyond what is reasonable to expect.

 

[Marie2020]

Oh that is sooo not helping!

Oops

 

[Kris5902]

Oh this is a very difficult picture for me - it comes just as a friend of mine, whose son breeds Nubian goats, offered to bring me a few and help fix up the barn for them to live in.
I do not need goats.
Really, I do not need goats.
Repeat after me, I do not need goats!
Soooo adorable!

Goats change your life, I think for the better. If you do “accidentally” acquire some brush mowers with adorable little floppy ears… if they are boys wether them, and make sure you get two! Lol don’t make the same mistakes I did. And if you do take in some babies I’m sure you would build the infrastructure first, you’re good at that. Don’t raise them in your house, they will never want to leave, except on adventures. They are hard to fence in, but easily learn electric fencing (according to more knowledgeable people than I) and I admit, I couldn’t really imagine my life without them now.

 

[Kris5902]

Strange weather here today. All last night was lightning and thunder. Rain sounded like a downpour, but it’s dry on the ground today. Thunder so loud, it shook the house (The chooks are doing okay)
Today is not a good day for flying, there is a downdraft cell warning posted. Small aircraft beware. (Marie is a little airplane, single prop) she can’t play in thermal cells. “Who would want to?”

Ravens and Vultures love playing in the thermals and storms… cute aside, I was feeding some really icky eggs to mine and their babies are fully fledged and have left the nest. Big and strong just like my wild little goslings… probably all the excellent quality feed they receive anyway I had a blast watching the baby ravens (just slightly smaller than mom at this point) try to fly from the tree down to the driveway to get it. Took him three tries to figure out the thermal and stick his landing! Swooping down and whoa! Why am I going back up here? Flap away, flap away, back up into tree and try again. I never have my phone handy when I need it!

 

[RoyalChick]

Goats change your life, I think for the better. If you do “accidentally” acquire some brush mowers with adorable little floppy ears… if they are boys wether them, and make sure you get two! Lol don’t make the same mistakes I did. And if you do take in some babies I’m sure you would build the infrastructure first, you’re good at that. Don’t raise them in your house, they will never want to leave, except on adventures. They are hard to fence in, but easily learn electric fencing (according to more knowledgeable people than I) and I admit, I couldn’t really imagine my life without them now.

So the idea my friend has is I take a handful of neutered males to keep the brush down.
It sounds so sensible on the face of it. But I just know it won’t end there. And he is all about sending them off to market when they are fattened up on all my out of control brush, and the benefits of goat stew (which I admit I like).
But I am a hopeless sentimental and they will become pets and then I will never eat goat stew and I will have big ornery retired goats everywhere (he says they are very sweet and not ornery at all).
Repeat after me - I do not need goats, I do not need goats.

Edited to add - oh yes the adorable floppy ears were a big selling point from my friend.

 

[BY Bob]

Oh, and my modification ideas, forget about it. Not at all cost effective! Would be cheaper if I bought another aircraft.

It is always important to do cost benefit analysis.

 

[BY Bob]

I better pay some tax: (before Bob says something about it) View attachment 3158681
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Wonderful tax.

 

[BY Bob]

Ravens and Vultures love playing in the thermals and storms… cute aside, I was feeding some really icky eggs to mine and their babies are fully fledged and have left the nest. Big and strong just like my wild little goslings… probably all the excellent quality feed they receive anyway I had a blast watching the baby ravens (just slightly smaller than mom at this point) try to fly from the tree down to the driveway to get it. Took him three tries to figure out the thermal and stick his landing! Swooping down and whoa! Why am I going back up here? Flap away, flap away, back up into tree and try again. I never have my phone handy when I need it!

That would have been fun to see. Who needs TV!

 

[RoyalChick]

I am feeling rather bad for the big Princesses and the Roadrunners.
Fixing Bernadette’s leg turns out to have unleashed unholy chaos in the Chicken Palace.
In spite of that quiet period when Bernadette couldn’t walk, the Hooligans are well named.
They are big, they are confident, it is hard to believe there are only three of them because they are everywhere all the time running as a pack.
And in top of it all they fly. Just now I was caught up in a mid air collision between Lulu for the Hooligans and Dotty for the Roadrunners.
This is not what I expected from integration!
Right now they are having a jam session (all percussion) on the back of a cardboard tray they relocated from the old Hooligan HQ. Teenagers!

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

Thank you all for your understanding, kind words and support. I have my camera charging as I know I owe a boat load of tax and will pay up this evening.

All I did yesterday was sleep and minimal chicken chores. I gathered eggs and put everyone to bed for snuggles and that is it. Part of it was sheer exhaustion, but a huge part of it was feeling sorry for myself. I have been dealing with depression and sometimes anxiety for years, never terribly bad but it would come and go. I have been reluctant to take medications for fear of them "knocking me out" so to say. I broke over last month at my DRs appointment and told him I was going crazy and I needed help, I could not do it anymore. He suggested I try one called Effexor, it has a anxiety med built in and is not supposed to knock you out. It helped a little bit while she was here. I'm sure now that she is gone maybe I can see the full benefits from the medication. I do know after yesterday I'm not allowing myself to be drug down any longer. I'm going outside after I fix Rosie lunch and there are chores waiting. My coop needs a proper cleanout, stalls need cleaned and I have neglected the boys and the chickens for far too long. I have 3 broody hens that have to be broken up, it is too hot this week and next for them to safely think about setting and Karen needs taming.