Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[LozzyR]

I appreciate the help.

The perfect name will come to you.

 

[MaryJanet]

I've been thinking of strong women from history like Boadicea, Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, Catherine the great, Elizabeth the first, Rhiannon... I'm wondering if Bob knows of an early female microbiologist?

 

[Kris5902]

As for the crests and trimming, though I have quite a few created gals, thanks to the CCLbar in the Sappire genetics (like my iridescent and oh so soft MaransXSapphire girl with her crest and feathered footies) I’ve got to start getting some pics for y’all! But nothing that is fluffy enough to block their vision. There was this lady that shopped at the grocery store I worked at with an old english sheepdog... she literally pigtailed the dogs bangs up out of its eyes with little hair elastics

 

[Kris5902]

The perfect name will come to you.

Sometimes it takes a while... love at first sight doesn’t always equate to a total understanding of one another! Even when it come to chooks.

 

[Aussie-Chookmum]

Wow. I guess the rainy season has arrived. Is it always like this?

This famous poem written by Dorothea Mckellar in 1908 encapsulates Australia well. So, yes, kind of normal, it has just been a bit more...intense lately.

My Country

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

**

Dorothea Mackeller

But yesterday was the most rainfall we've had in a single day for 28 years.

Not raining today thank goodness, though more is on the way. The girls have had free range time all day. I saw Edwina and Pepper sun bathing and Alice attempting to dust bath. She is now a bedraggled black chicken.

 

[MaryJanet]

This famous poem written by Dorothea Mckellar in 1908 encapsulates Australia well. So, yes, kind of normal, it has just been a bit more...intense lately.

My Country

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

**

Dorothea Mackeller

But yesterday was the most rainfall we've had in a single day for 28 years.

Not raining today thank goodness, though more is on the way. The girls have had free range time all day. I saw Edwina and Pepper sun bathing and Alice attempting to dust bath. She is now a bedraggled black chicken.

I've gone all weepy

 

[Aussie-Chookmum]

Phyllis D is so Calm

I know these pullets have been well cared for but she sat with my wife for over 5 min. My wife is not feeling well and this just made her day.

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Awwww, they look so happy together! ❤

 

[Aussie-Chookmum]

We're have a friend named Xena. I like it but it would weird.

That's a pity. The warrior princess would have suited her.

How about Athena, warrior goddess?

 

[Aussie-Chookmum]

I've gone all weepy

I love that poem too. ❤
Nobody ever seems to quote the first stanza though...

 

[micstrachan]

Bob, I’m so happy for you. The pullets are adorable! And your wife? PRECIOUS!!!