Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[featherhead007]

I'll be honest Alex and write I would rather you didn't but you can name your birds as you wish.
For me, there can only be one Fat Bird. I'm sure you can understand this. Most of the names I've given the chickens I haven't seen anywhere else, a bit like Ribh's chickens.

That’s fine, I will call her “chub” instead, and yes I do understand.

 

[Ribh]

Happy Easter Sunday everyone.

My sister gave me a brooch recently which I wanted to share as it's perfect for Easter.
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A chicken brooch for a chickeneer!

 

[Shadrach]

Going to get off topic here just a tad and talk about my dad for a minute, which will relate to just how smart the boys are. He is the stereotypical "I do not want "said" animal" but then after its here spoils it the most. The cats and dogs were never supposed to be inside, yet 1 cat jack sleeps on him at night and my sisters lab mix sleeps beside his bed. Before Momma hen showed up for 2 years Rosie had been begging for chickens. Had swayed me and mom but he was firm in no chickens. Too much work and poop and she was little would loose interest in a month. So when momma hen showed up after a few weeks admits he doesn't mind chickens but he didn't want to be responsible for them. This was when we was running the boarding barn while he is also a full time carpenter. I get it, he's tired and there is work involved. Well after a year of momma hen, who he still calls "lucky" he decided she was lonely and maybe we should let her hatch chicks. But only keep 1 or 2 for friends, and absolutely NO ROOSTERS. Yeah, we know how that turned out. According to him, Toothless was destined for the frying pan when he was big enough, same with a few more boys who I've rehomed as he didn't have the heart to eat them. He is fond of all our current flock members, and while he is not one to go pick up a chicken and snuggle he will pet one if it comes to him. And Drumstick is his favorite, even though he calls him the biggest baby and he should be ashamed of himself on how pampered he is. All this while rubbing his wattles. Yesterday while me and Rosie were working on her last math assignments dad was out cleaning the stalls. And we couldn't help but notice that wherever he went, he had a mob of 6 fluffballs hot on his heels. When he sat down for breaks they were right there eating out of his hand. At one point when he was bring back a wheelbarrow full of fresh sawdust he had 2 of them riding in it. Me and Rosie laughed to ourselves but didn't point it out to him. It was a nice evening so a bit before feeding time me and him were sitting on the back steps having a cup of coffee. He's watching them and asks me was I for sure they were all boys. Yup, all boys. I get the "we do not need another rooster, but watch that one." He calls and it come running to him and flies up and perches on his shoulder. The other five make there way over and settle around him on the steps. After a few minutes, and the one boy is sound asleep on his shoulder I'm informed that while they are technically for sale, that one is to be marked somehow and is not available at the moment. And no matter how long it takes.....None of them are destined for the frying pan, they are just too good natured. But me and mom though are the ones with the chicken math problem mind you NOT him.

I was talking to a man I know a few days ago. He helped me build my house. He has chickens. His wife doesn't understand. His daughter has been away at university and before she went, wasn't particularly interested in chickens.
The man, Johan had to go away for work for a couple of weeks and his daughter undertook to take care of the chickens.
Johan told me that when he got back the first thing he did was go and check on the chickens. He couldn't find the rooster and was really worried that something had happened to him and his daughter had been afraid to tell him in a phone call.
He went into the house and found his daughter watching something on a screen with his rooster on her lap dozing.
His rooster has a reputation for not being over fond of people. It seems he took a shine to Johan's daughter.

 

[Shadrach]

Bringing bunnies is technically legal... (just like my goat!) however it is strongly discouraged. As in near-lynch mob discouraged. There are massive problems with them on Vancouver Island (a little less so after a recent bunny plague that wiped out tons of the population). I will admit to mentioning the questionable pet choice to a really obnoxious opinionated FB loudmouth in a PM, lol.

Some sad news on the Roostie front. Yesterday he got into a fuss with Sammy and his left eye appears injured. It must’ve happened while I was doing dishes and couldn’t hear it over the generator. I am moving him to a corner and fencing him in. I will keep everyone updated as I can.

Very worrying are eye injuries. I hope it's nothing too serious.

 

[Shadrach]

Fat Bird. Eating this morning and eating this evening. Thinking about hatching a few chicks in the meantime.

 

[LozzyR]

Going to get off topic here just a tad and talk about my dad for a minute, which will relate to just how smart the boys are. He is the stereotypical "I do not want "said" animal" but then after its here spoils it the most. The cats and dogs were never supposed to be inside, yet 1 cat jack sleeps on him at night and my sisters lab mix sleeps beside his bed. Before Momma hen showed up for 2 years Rosie had been begging for chickens. Had swayed me and mom but he was firm in no chickens. Too much work and poop and she was little would loose interest in a month. So when momma hen showed up after a few weeks admits he doesn't mind chickens but he didn't want to be responsible for them. This was when we was running the boarding barn while he is also a full time carpenter. I get it, he's tired and there is work involved. Well after a year of momma hen, who he still calls "lucky" he decided she was lonely and maybe we should let her hatch chicks. But only keep 1 or 2 for friends, and absolutely NO ROOSTERS. Yeah, we know how that turned out. According to him, Toothless was destined for the frying pan when he was big enough, same with a few more boys who I've rehomed as he didn't have the heart to eat them. He is fond of all our current flock members, and while he is not one to go pick up a chicken and snuggle he will pet one if it comes to him. And Drumstick is his favorite, even though he calls him the biggest baby and he should be ashamed of himself on how pampered he is. All this while rubbing his wattles. Yesterday while me and Rosie were working on her last math assignments dad was out cleaning the stalls. And we couldn't help but notice that wherever he went, he had a mob of 6 fluffballs hot on his heels. When he sat down for breaks they were right there eating out of his hand. At one point when he was bring back a wheelbarrow full of fresh sawdust he had 2 of them riding in it. Me and Rosie laughed to ourselves but didn't point it out to him. It was a nice evening so a bit before feeding time me and him were sitting on the back steps having a cup of coffee. He's watching them and asks me was I for sure they were all boys. Yup, all boys. I get the "we do not need another rooster, but watch that one." He calls and it come running to him and flies up and perches on his shoulder. The other five make there way over and settle around him on the steps. After a few minutes, and the one boy is sound asleep on his shoulder I'm informed that while they are technically for sale, that one is to be marked somehow and is not available at the moment. And no matter how long it takes.....None of them are destined for the frying pan, they are just too good natured. But me and mom though are the ones with the chicken math problem mind you NOT him.

Sounds like your dad is one decent human being.

 

[LozzyR]

To everyone. I'm sorry for a couple of things one, I've been on a low and couldn't bring myself up enough to communicate. 2, I had to have a little read back to catch up a little so I'm late in saying hello and want to tell you all that I've missed everyone here you are all really lovely people.

I hope you will forgive my absence and my being rude by not saying hello first.

Hi Marie, I’m sorry you’ve been feeling flat; I know exactly what that’s like. I’m sure no-one will mind that you’ve been laying low and no-one will think you’re rude.

 

[LozzyR]

That’s fine, I will call her “chub” instead, and yes I do understand.

Chub sounds perfect!

 

[LozzyR]

Fat Bird. Eating this morning and eating this evening. Thinking about hatching a few chicks in the meantime.View attachment 2599320View attachment 2599322View attachment 2599324View attachment 2599325

Lovely Fat Bird! I love how she’s still asserting her authority.

 

[MaryJanet]

I will come up with some ideas for you.

I keep thinking Germanic names might be a good idea. Vorwerks are originally from Germany aren't they?