Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[BY Bob]

Same here, Bob. I’ve gone a little over the top. When I walk around a grocery store, I just see dead animals everywhere. Dead animals that probably had horrible lives. And eggs and dairy from animals that also had horrible lives. Then I think about the fact that it’s one store in one small town of one state... and then I feel terrible that my tiny part of not partaking in the cruelty doesn’t make a lick of difference.

 

[micstrachan]

Nice car! My cousin had one of those.

That was the racing car.

 

[micstrachan]

Sorry. I've seen worse.

Me, too.

 

[BY Bob]

I’m probably too late, but i like the last one.

You are not. I am accepting votes until tomorrow morning.

Or you can mail them in and I will count any post marked by tomorrow. Unless the courts tell me to count all votes no matter when they have been post marked. Additionally make certain you sign your ballot before mailing. I will not count any ballots that are not signed, unless the courts tell me too count them.

Remember this is Pennsylvania. Who knows what will count and what won't.

 

[BY Bob]

That was the racing car.

That's right! Very cool.

 

[micstrachan]

Lilly is Hurt Again

The rain let up and my adventuresome hens sprinted over to the deck to beg some snacks. I quickly responded and Sansa, Aurora, Sydney, and Phyllis started to enjoy some meal worms. I assumed that Hattie and Lilly were just being scaredie cats so I called them. Hattie came a running and flapping. No response from Lilly. I called again and Lilly emerged from the coop limping.

I ran to get my coat and by the time I had my coat, she was at the porch. Here she is taking a couple of steps.

I put some meal worms under the table for her and went back to finish my slice of pizza for lunch. I told Mrs BY Bob about it and that I would bring her in for a check up once I had eaten my pizza. Before I was done eating it started to pour again and the flock returned to the coop, including Lilly. She is under the coop right now and I am not going to force her out to check her leg. I will just wait until later and I will coax her out into the run. I hope I don't need to crate her up for a couple of days but it looks like it is really bothering her.

Poor Lilly! Bob, I’d wait and see. She will self-limit her activity. Nothing appears to be a major injury, but she’s definitely sore. Poor baby. If she does end up needing intervention, do you know how to make a sling? I don’t think she’ll need it, but you could do s quick mental exercise of making sure you’re ready for that, just in case. Even shoving a laundry basket through a tee shirt and cutting holes can work. But then you need to have feed and water within reach. Individual serving yogurt cups and zip ties can work for that.

 

[micstrachan]

Phyllis on the High Wire

I guess I just can't scare her off. Phyllis was back to visit me as I sat outside in between rain showers for about 10 minutes.

This time she reprised her high wire act in front of the Rose of Sharon bush.

Yesterday I entered Aurora in the fall photo contest. Today I thought I would enter one or two of Phyllis. Which does everyone like best?

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#3!!
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That was my vote, too! Everyone else seems to like #2.

 

[micstrachan]

The brand was a big letdown.

Yep.

 

[micstrachan]

I Have Lost Control

They are like feral animals right now. I could not catch one of them if my life depends on it. Maybe I have just become too cautious. I coaxed Lilly into the big run. I did not think to close the big door. I figured I could just scoop her up.

Nope

That one legged hen was quicker than me. I reached for her and she took off out the big door. I did not want to chase her to make her run on the bad leg so away she went. It can't be that bad as she was using it to get away from the terrible human.

So now I am soaked to the skin for no reason.

I really must have done something to Sydney. I could not get her out into the big run. She is terrified of me. ☹

I'm going to go work on my car tonight. At least it can't run away from me..............Hopefully..............

You know what, Bob? I have very docile, somewhat cuddly chickens and NONE of the adults want to be handled right now. Some of the most cuddly ones want nothing to do with me. I think it’s a combination of molt and winter approaching. No laying hormones, except for the 1 1/2 year olds who were raised by Cashew and are the wildest of the bunch.

 

[micstrachan]

I think Major is in the book that we are all anxiously waiting for!

Let’s hope!