Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Kris5902]

Dogs are dogs and they do gross things.

I need to see the diapers in use.

Yup... Delta loves to lick the sheep’s bottoms yeah, I know where that tongue has been... no doggy kisses here, thank you very much!

 

[BY Bob]

Yup... Delta loves to lick the sheep’s bottoms yeah, I know where that tongue has been... no doggy kisses here, thank you very much!

Everytime I see someone's dog licking their face I think of them eating chicken poo or eating, as I call them, "catsicles".

 

[BY Bob]

The leghorns yes... the Cornish Cross... nope. She made it a whole foot and a half maybe off the ground! Reminds me of our friend Randy (he’s in the Navy, Chinese, but looks Hawaiian) he’s actually fairly fit and down to about 260 lbs... he’s just a really large guy. One of his favorite lines is “too fat, can’t run!” He uses it every time we walk somewhere too quickly (Though he actually can run, much better than Andrew and I, and has passed every fitness test in his career!)

I can see the difference. Leghorns are a "little" sleeker. I wonder if these Easter Eggers will retain their flying ability as adults?

 

[drumstick diva]

cat sickles

 

[BY Bob]

Friday Foodies

For this week's Friday Foodie I'm going back to the leghorn only days. Because they all look very similar, I have decided to label any leghorn picture I put up. This photo is from May 2014, 5 years ago. In this photo Elphie and Trisha are enjoying most of a slice of cheesecake that my wife could not finish. Sad for my wife, Glad for the ladies.

 

[drumstick diva]

Oh I thought it was cheesecake - haven't had any in "forever" it seems. Hoping for my birthday I'll get taken out to "Cheesecake Factory," restaurant but with about 100 kinds of cheesecake and I bet all are delicious. Very hard to make a decision. One thing is even I cannot pig out on cheesecake. It is so rich and filling. So many, many kinds and so little $$$ to buy them with.

 

[Kris5902]

Hoping for my birthday I'll get taken out to "Cheesecake Factory," restaurant but with about 100 kinds of cheesecake and I bet all are delicious.

One thing is even I cannot pig out on cheesecake.

That place actually exists? I thought it was a fictional place in “Big Bang Theory”...

Well as to pigging out on cheesecake, Elphie and Trisha don’t seem to be having issues! But chickens are bottomless pits, just like teenagers.

Friday Foodies

For this week's Friday Foodie I'm going back to the leghorn only days. Because they all look very similar, I have decided to label any leghorn picture I put up. This photo is from May 2014, 5 years ago. In this photo Elphie and Trisha are enjoying most of a slice of cheesecake that my wife could not finish. Sad for my wife, Glad for the ladies.

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Thanks for sharing Bob, they bring a smile to me, and that’s worth so much! Beautiful ladies, cheesecake beaks or no!

 

[BY Bob]

That place actually exists? I thought it was a fictional place in “Big Bang Theory”...

Well as to pigging out on cheesecake, Elphie and Trisha don’t seem to be having issues! But chickens are bottomless pits, just like teenagers.



Thanks for sharing Bob, they bring a smile to me, and that’s worth so much! Beautiful ladies, cheesecake beaks or no!

I am pleased that you enjoy them. That is why I post. I am hoping that others will have fun following along.

 

[BY Bob]

Someone was Left Out!

I was out in the yard with the flock this evening and I got an alert on the phone that another round of severe thunderstorms was coming. I rapidly put everything way, I had been doing yardwork and had stuff scattered everywhere. Normally I would watch everyone roost just because I like to watch the dance. Tonight however I did not. I saw that everyone was in the coop and working their way through the roost dance and thought nothing of it.

A little later after it was dark, the thunder was rolling and I thought I would just leave the run for open tonight, why run out and get caught out there in the storm? The coop is sealed with the automated door. They will be fine.

I sit here on my couch soaked. Something kept nagging at me and I couldn't let it go. I finally gave in, grabbed my flashlight, and out I went.

Now normally I shine the flashlight in the window and count everyone to make certain they are all there. However it was pouring out so tonight I closed the side door, ran past the window and the end table and chair that I keep there, closed the big run door, closed the split door that opens the run under the coop, and started back in.

Because it was raining so hard my head was down and as I rounded the coop to head back in, my eye caught something on the end table. I thought, "There was nothing on the end table when I went in, I had put everything away because of the storm." So I turned back and raised the flashlight, there was Aurora roosted on the end table!


I grabbed her, she raised a huge ruckus but I got the coop door open with 1 hand and got her onto the roost.

This is a reminder for me to never assume roosting has gone right. I need to check the camera or check with a flashlight every night.

If she had roosted just about anywhere else, she might have been out all night unprotected in this nasty storm. I'm sorry sweety.

 

[Kris5902]

Your chicken senses are well honed! I’m so glad you got her in... I also get that niggling feeling and look out to something awry, be it Tiny having wriggled out under the tractor, or that time Sammy flew out of the Barn to challenge the yearlings. Sometimes you just know!