Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[LozzyR]

Now I wonder if it was a "Where Is Everybody - Danger Possible" call?

My two salmon Faverolles will panic if they lose sight of the others and start bokking. You can hear them winding up like an air raid siren!

 

[Ribh]

Corn! Corn! We don't want no Stinking Corn!

Farmer Bob was up early this morning to release the ladies to free range knowing that this is likely the last day of free ranging they will have for a while. I let them out and they followed me back to the deck expecting a treat. I decided to oblige and thought, they are chilly maybe a little corn would warm them up. I distributed 3 corn stations and after a few half hearted pecks they all gathered around me bokking their heads off.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok

Something was clearly wrong. But what? Were they full from eating feed? I don't know.

The complaining continued.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok

6 hens gathered around you, staring up, talking to you can start to be a little intimidating.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok

I decide to go back in. It's cold and I don't know what they want. The entire flock follows me to the door.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok

They are relentless.

Mrs BY Bob is at the kitchen sink.

BY Bob: I don't know what is wrong with these ladies. I gave them some corn but they won't eat it. They just keep bokking at me. Look at them standing at the door.

Mrs BY Bob: Oh they don't want corn.

BY Bob: Really how do you know?

Mrs BY Bob: Because I give them mealy worms every morning at this time.



They are truly spoiled little brats.

So of course, I gave them mealy worms. The bokking ceased, they ate the worms and left the corn for later!

Mrs BY Bob has a lot to answer for.

 

[Ribh]

FYI: my Caturday post is on Ribh's thread.

Thank you. I love your Davies. I am working my way around the threads erratically.

 

[featherhead007]

She probably has some Campine in her somewhere.

"Campine" Don't get me started!

 

[LozzyR]

Corn! Corn! We don't want no Stinking Corn!

Farmer Bob was up early this morning to release the ladies to free range knowing that this is likely the last day of free ranging they will have for a while. I let them out and they followed me back to the deck expecting a treat. I decided to oblige and thought, they are chilly maybe a little corn would warm them up. I distributed 3 corn stations and after a few half hearted pecks they all gathered around me bokking their heads off.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok

Something was clearly wrong. But what? Were they full from eating feed? I don't know.

The complaining continued.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok

6 hens gathered around you, staring up, talking to you can start to be a little intimidating.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok

I decide to go back in. It's cold and I don't know what they want. The entire flock follows me to the door.

Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok

They are relentless.

Mrs BY Bob is at the kitchen sink.

BY Bob: I don't know what is wrong with these ladies. I gave them some corn but they won't eat it. They just keep bokking at me. Look at them standing at the door.

Mrs BY Bob: Oh they don't want corn.

BY Bob: Really how do you know?

Mrs BY Bob: Because I give them mealy worms every morning at this time.



They are truly spoiled little brats.

So of course, I gave them mealy worms. The bokking ceased, they ate the worms and left the corn for later!

I read this out to my hubby and son. They thought it was a great story!

 

[LozzyR]

The dog eating poo thing just grosses me out. Bill Engvall used to do a bit where he discussed how the vet gave him something to sprinkle on poop to make it taste bad so the dog wouldn't eat it. Make poop taste bad! What is that stuff!?

Chicken tax
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When we visited my Frizzle breeder friend a couple of years ago, she had a 21 year-old cat. This old lady no longer had complete control of her faculties (I believe the technical term is a ‘shart’). She’d do this at intervals and one of the dogs was clean-up crew. He is a big dog (who insists on draping himself over my friend’s shoulders) and I witnessed him dragging his tongue over her rear end. It was pretty gross!

 

[BY Bob]

Cillin on his way home. Tonight he stood at the door listening to the rest of the tribe getting settled in the coop. It's above my house though not on the roof. Rip used to do this and finally settled on a tree just outside my house for his nights perch until I sorted out a coop for him. Cillin had never shown any sign of wanting to perch in the trees. As soon as I've closed up the rest of the tribes and made my way home Cillin comes in and gets onto the nest box and perches on the edge. I would leave him there if I could work out an easy way of keeping the nest clean and closing out enough light so he would sleep.
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He's doing the best he can for now. I respect that. How is his foot doing these days?

 

[BY Bob]

I read this out to my hubby and son. They thought it was a great story!

I'm so glad that people enjoy stores about my life. I even hope they laugh because my life makes me laugh a lot.

 

[BY Bob]

When we visited my Frizzle breeder friend a couple of years ago, she had a 21 year-old cat. This old lady no longer had complete control of her faculties (I believe the technical term is a ‘shart’). She’d do this at intervals and one of the dogs was clean-up crew. He is a big dog (who insists on draping himself over my friend’s shoulders) and I witnessed him dragging his tongue over her rear end. It was pretty gross!

 

[featherhead007]

There is no other emoji to explain it!