Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Shadrach]

Moon is having some problems with Mel. It seems from watching Mel before when Tackle was broody that Mel thinks she should be the one in the tribe who sits and hatches. Normally this would fall to the most senior hen but Fat Bird is out of the running. Since the death of Ruffles this leaves Mel a second senior.
Moon is still acting broody although she doesn't have any eggs. Mel went for a full on ground scratching flying attack today; twice!
Moon is the most junior.
During the second attack from Mel, Moon jumped onto the back of my chair and stayed there for quite some time. She's in with me tonight in the nest box which is empty. I think, as soon as she stops showing broody behaviour Mel will leave her alone.

 

[MaryJanet]

Gosh, I missed such a lot but it was good to read all the stories, see all the gorgeous photos and watch the videos from the chicken palace.

I think I'll jump in at the end point and tell the story of my first car. It was a 1960 FB Holden wagon. Two tone blue with a red and white interior. As slow as a wet week. Three on the tree. The clutch was not long for the world, so I had to double declutch from 1st to 2nd. Radio? Luxury. I sang songs. Air con? Wind the window done, you'll be right, it's only 40C out. Seat belts? Just drive slowly. Anyway that car was a dignified lady who taught me much patience right when I was at my most impatient in my late teens.

She looked like this... But not as swish. I couldn't afford fancy white walled tyres or blinds for the boot.

 

[RoyalChick]

Oh that is a beauty! This isn't my car (I didn't have a camera back then) but is the same year (1957) and color. The seat and steering wheel arrangement was a bit like sitting up at a dining room table. The direction indicators were

a step up from the Morris Minor because they were lights (not flip up arms), but they were operated with a manual knob on the dash.

 

[MaryJanet]

Oh that is a beauty! This isn't my car (I didn't have a camera back then) but is the same year (1957) and color. The seat and steering wheel arrangement was a bit like sitting up at a dining room table. The direction indicators were View attachment 2111422a step up from the Morris Minor because they were lights (not flip up arms), but they were operated with a manual knob on the dash.

Ah!! It's a gorgeous car! More compact than i imagined.

Your words brought a distant but fond memory to the surface! The FB had one indicator light, mounted at the end of the indicator stick no arrows. I liked that. The designers trusted the driver to know which way they had indicated.

 

[BY Bob]

My parents still have a van that’s about that vintage; no airbag, no power-steering, no central locking, wind-down windows and just a radio. I drove it for the first time in about 19 years a couple of months ago, I felt like I was driving a bus!

I promise you that mine does not drive like a bus. Far from it.

 

[WhoDatChick]

Gosh, I missed such a lot but it was good to read all the stories, see all the gorgeous photos and watch the videos from the chicken palace.

I think I'll jump in at the end point and tell the story of my first car. It was a 1960 FB Holden wagon. Two tone blue with a red and white interior. As slow as a wet week. Three on the tree. The clutch was not long for the world, so I had to double declutch from 1st to 2nd. Radio? Luxury. I sang songs. Air con? Wind the window done, you'll be right, it's only 40C out. Seat belts? Just drive slowly. Anyway that car was a dignified lady who taught me much patience right when I was at my most impatient in my late teens.

She looked like this... But not as swish. I couldn't afford fancy white walled tyres or blinds for the boot.

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That is AWESOME!!

 

[WhoDatChick]

Oh that is a beauty! This isn't my car (I didn't have a camera back then) but is the same year (1957) and color. The seat and steering wheel arrangement was a bit like sitting up at a dining room table. The direction indicators were View attachment 2111422a step up from the Morris Minor because they were lights (not flip up arms), but they were operated with a manual knob on the dash.

That is SO cool!!! These cars are amazing! I won’t show a pic of my first “grandpa” car...

 

[BY Bob]

Moon is having some problems with Mel. It seems from watching Mel before when Tackle was broody that Mel thinks she should be the one in the tribe who sits and hatches. Normally this would fall to the most senior hen but Fat Bird is out of the running. Since the death of Ruffles this leaves Mel a second senior.
Moon is still acting broody although she doesn't have any eggs. Mel went for a full on ground scratching flying attack today; twice!
Moon is the most junior.
During the second attack from Mel, Moon jumped onto the back of my chair and stayed there for quite some time. She's in with me tonight in the nest box which is empty. I think, as soon as she stops showing broody behaviour Mel will leave her alone.
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I don't have hardly any experience with broodies. This is very educational. I had no idea that the senior hen would hold the broody rights in a flock. Fascinating.

 

[BY Bob]

Gosh, I missed such a lot but it was good to read all the stories, see all the gorgeous photos and watch the videos from the chicken palace.

I think I'll jump in at the end point and tell the story of my first car. It was a 1960 FB Holden wagon. Two tone blue with a red and white interior. As slow as a wet week. Three on the tree. The clutch was not long for the world, so I had to double declutch from 1st to 2nd. Radio? Luxury. I sang songs. Air con? Wind the window done, you'll be right, it's only 40C out. Seat belts? Just drive slowly. Anyway that car was a dignified lady who taught me much patience right when I was at my most impatient in my late teens.

She looked like this... But not as swish. I couldn't afford fancy white walled tyres or blinds for the boot.

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Now that was a serious piece of metal. Who needs seat belts in a car that hard.

How grateful we all were just to have a car, no matter how old or uncomfortable. Just the freedom to go.

 

[BY Bob]

Oh that is a beauty! This isn't my car (I didn't have a camera back then) but is the same year (1957) and color. The seat and steering wheel arrangement was a bit like sitting up at a dining room table. The direction indicators were View attachment 2111422a step up from the Morris Minor because they were lights (not flip up arms), but they were operated with a manual knob on the dash.

Very cute. Fun little car I bet.