Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[featherhead007]

Ever been to a Mac Donald's hamburgers, that has a playground for kids? Same thing at TSC
I have noticed, when parents bring their kids. " Ooooo Mommy, look chickees, can we get some?"

 

[featherhead007]

Of course it is possible. They still would be different colors when held together.

TSC staff, are not necessarily schooled on chicken breeding.

 

[BY Bob]

Ever been to a Mac Donald's hamburgers, that has a playground for kids? Same thing at TSC
I have noticed, when parents bring their kids. " Ooooo Mommy, look chickees, can we get some?"

I am not going to say that I have not stood at the bins looking at them every time I go into the store. There is something magical about chicks.

 

[BY Bob]

TSC staff, are not necessarily schooled on chicken breeding.

You ever ask them a question, for fun? It's kind of mean but every once in a while you get someone who has chickens and can answer the question. But usually, no dice.

 

[LaFemmeKatia]

Leghorns and BOs look a little different. Leghorn chicks should be a lighter yellow but i can see how the talented help at TSC could get them confused. Orpingtons on the left.
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That wouldn’t happen now. Those were my first ever chick purchase, and I was a complete newbie.

 

[featherhead007]

I am not going to say that I have not stood at the bins looking at them every time I go into the store. There is something magical about chicks.

For us chicken peeps, It's a must! Gotta see what they have!

 

[LaFemmeKatia]

You ever ask them a question, for fun? It's kind of mean but every once in a while you get someone who has chickens and can answer the question. But usually, no dice.

Yes. For example:
ME: “Which chicks are the ______, and which ones are the ______?“
TSC: “I don’t know”.

 

[RoyalChick]

She a "worldly" hen in with a bunch of hens who won't leave their run. She is definitely going to run her own group. The Buckeye hens will also wind up a little smaller than her as well. They will be like Aurora (Buckeyes) to Hattie (Queenie). So Queenie will also have size on her side as well.

All this integration discussion made me reassess sizes in my flock and I realize that while I think of the road runners as 'The Little Princesses' they really aren't little at all.
Legbars are similar in size to Rhode Island Reds and indeed the Little Princesses do look bigger than Elizabeth or Diana (who are nonetheless ahead in the pecking order).
I guess I should get a scale.

 

[featherhead007]

Yes. For example:
ME: “Which chicks are the ______, and which ones are the ______?“
TSC: “I don’t know”.

True! (Usually)

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

So over time i've became conditioned to working around my chickens while cleaning and taking care of the horses. Strip a stall there is several there scratching around looking for bugs or worms that you need to step around. Put fresh sawdust back in the stalls, they hop on top of the pile to help spread it out and you do not dare shoo them off right away. If they don't get at least a couple minutes of fun your met with angry bawking hens for a long time. Then there is the group that congregate around the manure pile, ready and willing to do their job of raking it down. I'm always stepping around a chicken or two. It takes a little longer but thats what coffee breaks are for, and the horses love it as they get extra scratches while the flock helps. BUT, there is one job that they really get in the way of, that is stacking hay. Got in a new load of hay yesterday. Butter and Holly have deemed themselves the official "Hay quality and control" inspectors. While my dad went to pick up the new load i removed the remaining bales left over from the last load so they could be put back in front of the new load. Had them out of the way and the 2 girls were happily going over each one picking tidbits from them. New load gets here and since they were out of the way i tossed the first bale down. That was the only bale out of 50 that i tossed down. It was like a dinner bell to the girls, they looked over, eyes popped out of their head and they came running over. Butter fly's up to join me to get in the way of unloading, and Holly stays on the ground hot on my dad's heels as he stacks it. They also alert the rest of the group of the new feast so everyone is around the truck and tossing down bales means i will squish someone. I sure do not want a 100lb bale to land on me. What should have taken 30 minutes ended up taking over a hour and a half. Between the flock every single bale was inspected and approved, so much so that Butter laid on a bale this morning. Thank you girlie for making me climb up the stack and go halfway back to get it. Next load in a couple months, every single one of them is getting locked up.