Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[BY Bob]

They ARE so clean and clear! And now that you’ve pointed them out, I see a little nick in her nare, just like Bridge has.
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You are correct! Bridge does have the same nick in her nare as Lilly.

It could just be a leghorn thing. Check out Daisy first and Elphie second. They are both cruddy.

 

[RoyalChick]

I will say it was very hard for me to tell Elphie's story. I never talk to people about it. She is the one I feel most at fault for losing. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself.

None of children, dogs, and cats are technically a food source, chickens are. I think that has a little to do with how easy it is to lose them. You must be on your game at all times.

 

[BY Bob]

Beautiful! I will have to find the part about them living under a porch and how you saved them. I assume it’s in this thread?

It is not really. I have not told that story. There really isn't much to it. I will post it.

 

[Desertvalleychickens]

Only 16:24 California time, and the birds are already in the barn/coop. Now what am I going to do all evening ?

Seems like I live a few miles from you!

 

[BY Bob]

The Story of how Patsy & Lilly came to live at Fluffy Butt Acres

When Elphie passed I went onto Craigslist to try and locate a replacement or two. It being November there was not much listed. I saw an ad for full grown Rhode Island Red hens. I had RIRs when I was young so I thought why not. They lived way longer than any of these leghorns. So I reached out and found out that the owner was being forced to get rid of them. He said they were good calm hens, very friendly with humans, especially his children. I spoke with Mrs. BY Bob and she agreed so I went to pick them up.

That's when I learned they had been living under his porch. When I arrived he pulled up the floor in his porch, reached in and plucked them up. He was very proud of his porch coop. Thought it was very clever. I saw immediately that they were clearly not RIRs. Then I looked at where they were living and thought, I need to take these hens. This is what I am meant to do.

So I took them not really knowing what kind of chickens they even were. I did tell Mrs BY Bob they weren't RIRs but I didn't care. They needed a better home and I thought we could at least give them that. She was very blunt with me.

Those are your chickens not mine. You are responsible for them now.

I was fine with that. To be fair all of the early losses were very hard on her and she could not really stand the thought of losing more beloved pets. Luckily it would be another 3 years until Daisy, the greatest hen ever, passed.

When I think of our chickens, this is what I picture as my flock. I hope that someday the chickens I have now will be what my mind pictures, but these three yahoos own my heart as a flock.

Mrs BY Bob did name my chickens. So she wasn't completely disengaged.

In fact until Maleficent and Aurora, all the names were hers.

 

[BY Bob]

Seems like I live a few miles from you!

I love your strutting icon. Very cool.

 

[Desertvalleychickens]

I love your strutting icon. Very cool.

Thank you!

 

[featherhead007]

Seems like I live a few miles from you!

Just a few!

 

[featherhead007]

The Story of how Patsy & Lilly came to live at Fluffy Butt Acres

When Elphie passed I went onto Craigslist to try and locate a replacement or two. It being November there was not much listed. I saw an ad for full grown Rhode Island Red hens. I had RIRs when I was young so I thought why not. They lived way longer than any of these leghorns. So I reached out and found out that the owner was being forced to get rid of them. He said they were good calm hens, very friendly with humans, especially his children. I spoke with Mrs. BY Bob and she agreed so I went to pick them up.

That's when I learned they had been living under his porch. When I arrived he pulled up the floor in his porch, reached in and plucked them up. He was very proud of his porch coop. Thought it was very clever. I saw immediately that they were clearly not RIRs. Then I looked at where they were living and thought, I need to take these hens. This is what I am meant to do.

So I took them not really knowing what kind of chickens they even were. I did tell Mrs BY Bob they weren't RIRs but I didn't care. They needed a better home and I thought we could at least give them that. She was very blunt with me.

Those are your chickens not mine. You are responsible for them now.

I was fine with that. To be fair all of the early losses were very hard on her and she could not really stand the thought of losing more beloved pets. Luckily it would be another 3 years until Daisy, the greatest hen ever, passed.

When I think of our chickens, this is what I picture as my flock. I hope that someday the chickens I have now will be what my mind pictures, but these three yahoos own my heart as a flock.
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Mrs BY Bob did name my chickens. So she wasn't completely disengaged.

In fact until Maleficent and Aurora, all the names were hers.

Isn't Phyllis a yahoo too?

 

[featherhead007]

Isn't Phyllis a yahoo too?

BLU is always seeing Phyllis pic, and crows "Yahoo"!