Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[bgmathteach]

Even if you do a sling or some sort of containment you don't have to separate her,

Yes, I should have specified this. Thank you for pointing it out. She should be with her friends if possible!

 

[BY Bob]

Long term the irritation will fade and it will be a lovely story to remember.

This is the perfect way to view this. Try to remember this as well. I endeavor to live by this code.

A life full of stories to tell is a life well lived.

We should all strive to acquire stories through which we can fascinate others and entertain our loved ones. Who doesn't want to be around people with great stories to tell.

To that end let me tell one from our trip to Italy in 2019 to scout locations for my daughter's wedding.

It was a whirlwind trip. We went from the very north of Italy to south of Naples and saw 13 venues in 5 days. We flew in, landed in Milan got in our rental car and immediately set off for Lake Como to meet a wedding planner and see 3 venues. So we were hustling.

Only my daughter had ever been to Italy before and she had moved about by train and plane. No one had ever driven in Italy before. My future son-in-law (SIL) agreed that he would do all the driving since I was footing the bill. He is sweet character and he would wind up taking some abuse from all his passengers frequently during the next few days.

Despite our overall unhelpfulness he manages to get us up onto the highway towards Lake Como successfully and we blissfully buzzed towards our destination.

Little did we know, we were on a toll road.

None of us have Euros.

And none of us read or speak Italian.

Typical Americans.

All of a sudden the highway comes to an end and toll booths appear.

Panic ensues.

"Who's got euros?"

"What do you mean you don't have any?!" "You were supposed to get them."

"Don't blame me." "You organized this." "How come you didn't get euros?"

"What are we going to do?"

"Everyone calm down." "Look there is a credit card slot!"

"Thank the lord." "Here's my Amex."

"See no reason to panic."

I pass my Anex up to SIL and he slides it into and back out of the slot.

Easy Peasy.

Some words appear on the screen that none of us understand and the gate does not raise.

My daughter starts up. "It didn't work. "Try again." " How can you not know how to use a credit card?"

SIL slides the card in and out again.

More strange words, no raising gate.

Thankfully we are in a rural area at the end of the highway and there are no cars piled up behind us. SIL was under enough pressure.

There is no denying the Italians must be clever people and planned ahead for tourists because there is a speaker system at the toll booth and it includes buttons for different languages. Imagine that. Each language is represented by a flag of that country next to the button. French, German, Spanish, Italian, and thankfully English as represented by the British flag.

My daughter is going now. "What is wrong with you? " "Why can't you slide a credit card correctly?" "You need help, hit the speaker button." "Push the one with the British flag."

At this point SIL is flustered. He is clearly not thinking straight as he pushes the speaker button with the Italian flag.

The speaker turns on and gibberish comes out.

SIL is game though. "Credit Card" he says.

Gibberish says the speaker.

"Credit Card" he says again, thinking somehow he will get a different answer.

The speaker spews forth gibberish again.

So like every american SIL decides to make the words credit card Italian by adding a vowel at the end.

"Credit Carda"

More gibberish in response but now the gibberish is starting to sound irritated.

SIL is not easily dissuaded and something in his head said try naming the credit card.

"American Express" issues forth from his mouth.

The speaker understands that, "Oh, no American Express, Visa"

I hand SIL my Visa........he swipes it........... like magic the gate opens.

We head on our way.

To this day when he makes a bone headed mistake I say, "Credit Carda"

It always gets a laugh, including from him.

 

[BY Bob]

Last week my fiancé Jason befriended a young cockerel who he decided to name Charlie! I was able to meet Charlie yesterday He is such a sweet and friendly guy!

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How wonderful. He looks like an eagle in that second photo!

 

[BY Bob]

Princess princess Mucky loud girl that Demands treats and load'sss of attention and praise when she lays an egg, believe me she gets exactly what she wants

I love that hen.

 

[BY Bob]

Monday Mugs

Hazel & Peanut today
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They are lovely birds. So pretty.

 

[LozzyR]

Still important work tho!

Admins are the glue that holds things together

If all the world’s admin went on strike simultaneously, the world would come to a screeching halt!

 

[BY Bob]

Magnificent. Looks freshly brushed.

She does not yet like brushing. That is all her grooming.

 

[BY Bob]

Well she is in the brooder box - but you know what kids are like, they are running around like crazy.
I am a bit reluctant to separate her because I think it will stress her out - she will flap and kick to get back to her mini-flock.
I do hope she recovers. Poor baby!

I responded on the medical thread. Try to relax tonight. There is nothing to be done until morning.

 

[BY Bob]

2 more for Mugs Monday. There is definitely a family resemblance going on here.
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Adorable.

 

[MaryJanet]

This is the perfect way to view this. Try to remember this as well. I endeavor to live by this code.

A life full of stories to tell is a life well lived.

We should all strive to acquire stories through which we can fascinate others and entertain our loved ones. Who doesn't want to be around people with great stories to tell.

To that end let me tell one from our trip to Italy in 2019 to scout locations for my daughter's wedding.

It was a whirlwind trip. We went from the very north of Italy to south of Naples and saw 13 venues in 5 days. We flew in, landed in Milan got in our rental car and immediately set off for Lake Como to meet a wedding planner and see 3 venues. So we were hustling.

Only my daughter had ever been to Italy before and she had moved about by train and plane. No one had ever driven in Italy before. My future son-in-law (SIL) agreed that he would do all the driving since I was footing the bill. He is sweet character and he would wind up taking some abuse from all his passengers frequently during the next few days.

Despite our overall unhelpfulness he manages to get us up onto the highway towards Lake Como successfully and we blissfully buzzed towards our destination.

Little did we know, we were on a toll road.

None of us have Euros.

And none of us read or speak Italian.

Typical Americans.

All of a sudden the highway comes to an end and toll booths appear.

Panic ensues.

"Who's got euros?"

"What do you mean you don't have any?!" "You were supposed to get them."

"Don't blame me." "You organized this." "How come you didn't get euros?"

"What are we going to do?"

"Everyone calm down." "Look there is a credit card slot!"

"Thank the lord." "Here's my Amex."

"See no reason to panic."

I pass my Anex up to SIL and he slides it into and back out of the slot.

Easy Peasy.

Some words appear on the screen that none of us understand and the gate does not raise.

My daughter starts up. "It didn't work. "Try again." " How can you not know how to use a credit card?"

SIL slides the card in and out again.

More strange words, no raising gate.

Thankfully we are in a rural area at the end of the highway and there are no cars piled up behind us. SIL was under enough pressure.

There is no denying the Italians must be clever people and planned ahead for tourists because there is a speaker system at the toll booth and it includes buttons for different languages. Imagine that. Each language is represented by a flag of that country next to the button. French, German, Spanish, Italian, and thankfully English as represented by the British flag.

My daughter is going now. "What is wrong with you? " "Why can't you slide a credit card correctly?" "You need help, hit the speaker button." "Push the one with the British flag."

At this point SIL is flustered. He is clearly not thinking straight as he pushes the speaker button with the Italian flag.

The speaker turns on and gibberish comes out.

SIL is game though. "Credit Card" he says.

Gibberish says the speaker.

"Credit Card" he says again, thinking somehow he will get a different answer.

The speaker spews forth gibberish again.

So like every american SIL decides to make the words credit card Italian by adding a vowel at the end.

"Credit Carda"

More gibberish in response but now the gibberish is starting to sound irritated.

SIL is not easily dissuaded and something in his head said try naming the credit card.

"American Express" issues forth from his mouth.

The speaker understands that, "Oh, no American Express, Visa"

I hand SIL my Visa........he swipes it........... like magic the gate opens.

We head on our way.

To this day when he makes a bone headed mistake I say, "Credit Carda"

It always gets a laugh, including from him.

Reminds me of the time I was in Poitiers (rural France), off the plane only an hour ago, wandering around trying to adjust to new surroundings.

I have basic French from six months in high school. I really struggled to check in to the hotel where no English was spoken but I know what boulangerie means and thought I'd grab a snack.

So in I went and

"Pardon, parlez vous anglais, sil vous plais?"

"Non" and a shrug.

Oh dear, thinks MJ, how on earth will I order my croissant now??



The baker found me hilarious too!