Does anyone feel that Xzit is way overdue for a hatch? She insists on staying at her egg. I’m pretty certain by now, that there’s not going to be a hatch. 
Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock
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So sorry that happened! Honestly, thats pretty tricky. You can’t see colors, either, or even rough shapes that could distinguish what it is.Sorry for the distance here, but I had a really hard time even getting a picture. From what I can tell, this is a Cooper's Hawk, right?
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I think it must have attacked yesterday. My chicks are absolutely terrified of everything right now and will hardly poke a beak outside their compound. This is the first time in 3.5 years of having chickens in the yard that we've had any kind of predator incident. I guess our luck could not last forever.
Even could be a red shouldered hawk, but i would lean towards a cooper a bit more.
I would prefer that she join the tribe, and maybe sometime later try again.Does anyone feel that Xzit is way overdue for a hatch? She insists on staying at her egg. I’m pretty certain by now, that there’s not going to be a hatch.
Honestly Michelle, I love that hen too! She’s the closest reminder of my dearly departed Rocks-Anne. Rest In Peace sweetheart!
Some idiot is lighting off fireworks in the neighborhood. (My little rooster buddy is very afraid of fireworks and loud bangs) so Jaffar is now inside the house with me. I set his alarm crowing for 5:30 am . I’m off to check on my horse Chaco and then property in the morning. Right after breakfast.
Ok, for 100,000 posts, are we supposed to post ALL the birds we’ve cared for?
I’ll give it a go!
The Original Four
Margo, Bridge, Rusty and Bagheera
Bridge - current alpha and an incredibly awesome chicken. I still tell her she’s my girl and my main squeeze when she gets jealous of the other chickens She is wonderful and I love her so much! She also has excellent eye contact and loves for me to sing to her.
Margo - the first alpha and amazingly cuddly chicken. Yep, a cuddly Leghorn! She and I were very close! She was full of spunk and sounded like a trumpet. She also had a magnificent comb.
Bagheera - another sweetheart, and also a great cuddler. She was an amazing forager! She was also the first chicken I saw sunbathe… in my lap! Freaked me right out.
She never really molted, so her tail was often a mess.
Rusty - My least affectionate of the original four, but we got really close when she had egg yolk peritonitis. She was not a lap sitter, but did drag herself into my lap on the bathroom floor when she was gravely ill. Rusty was my first loss and it was very difficult. She had the sweetest little “lets go to bed/roost” call every night and would be first to turn in. She also had a special relationship with the puppy.
The Second Six
Ruby - most if you know Ruby’s story. She was originally Adventure Girl, but fought a hard 3-year battle with cancer. For a period of time, she was getting daily, private free range time before I went to work in the morning. You can see her up on the hill by herself when she was Adventure Girl.
Little Mill - Ruby’s best friend and a sweetheart. Her feathers are oh so soft, and she has a tendency to go broody (but then wants to kill the real, live chicks that are interfering with the imaginary ones). She has had a limp since she was a pullet and has an adorable hobble run. Here she is in broody stance. The second and third photos are just her being fabulous.
Cashew - an amazing mother! I also think she has the most beautiful face of all my chickens. It cracks me up, because also has a deep, growly voice and crows! Outweighed by at least three pounds, maybe closer to four, she beat up Buttercup who pecked at a chick. Buttercup steered clear after that.
Buttercup - what’s not to love about this fluff ball? She gets very jealous of the other chickens and will attack them if she thinks I’m giving them too much attention (except for Bridge). She makes the sweetest sounds when she is picked up or stroked.
Lucky - another top lap sitter. Loves to squat for me and has a distinctive voice (they all do). She is forgiven for giving me a corneal abrasion when I handled her during molt.
Roxy - such a sweet disposition and she has just a faint cluck she does all the time. She’s pretty tiny for a Wyandotte. Once she got very anemic due to bleeding intestines. We never figured out what it was, but thanks to Roxy, the flock now gets the occasional beef liver treat.
Cashew’s Four
Happy Cheeks - This sweet angel only lived two weeks. Watching her interact with Cashew was precious.
Dorothy - such an assertive and goofy little girl! She loved to climb under my lap towel when I sat down with them. Precious. And another impressive comb.
Ester - the most nervous chicken I ever had, but I gained her trust during a severe winter molt. Nothing super noteworthy about her personality, but I still loved her! I’m grateful to her for being such a good patient when I learned how to tube feed.
Minnie - she’s a bit nervous, but I believe she was attacked by a fox her first year. She is very curious, and always has her head right in the middle of whatever I am doing.
The Babies
Sunshine - such a bundle of love. The most affectionate chicken I’ve known who loved to sit in my lap with her head in my armpit. I hate myself for the fact that she died of a fatty liver hemorrhage at such a young age. I miss her, along with the others who have left us.
Flo - another assertive girl, likely to be alpha if she outlives Bridge. She likes to walk up to me and demand to be picked up. Her first night home, she got out of the brooder and was screaming her head off on the kitchen floor. I was not set up properly, as a broody was supposed to raise them. So I laid on the kitchen floor and she warmed up on my belly under my shirt. For hours.
Flash - a nervous, gentle soul. I think she misses Sunshine. She usually comes running to me in hopes I have a treat. The only way she likes to be handled is if I hunch over and curl my body around her. She was named for her quickness as a chick and is still fast like a flash! She is the lowest ranked, and likes to lay in hidden places. I think there must be a couple blue eggs out in the yard somewhere.
Bob, this post took forever on my phone and I wasn’t able to find all the photos I wanted, but I hope you like it. I’m also not sure how to get all those attachments off the bottom. I think we’re stuck with them. Congratulations on 100,000 posts!
I’ll give it a go!
The Original Four
Margo, Bridge, Rusty and Bagheera
Bridge - current alpha and an incredibly awesome chicken. I still tell her she’s my girl and my main squeeze when she gets jealous of the other chickens She is wonderful and I love her so much! She also has excellent eye contact and loves for me to sing to her.
Margo - the first alpha and amazingly cuddly chicken. Yep, a cuddly Leghorn! She and I were very close! She was full of spunk and sounded like a trumpet. She also had a magnificent comb.
Bagheera - another sweetheart, and also a great cuddler. She was an amazing forager! She was also the first chicken I saw sunbathe… in my lap! Freaked me right out.
She never really molted, so her tail was often a mess.Rusty - My least affectionate of the original four, but we got really close when she had egg yolk peritonitis. She was not a lap sitter, but did drag herself into my lap on the bathroom floor when she was gravely ill. Rusty was my first loss and it was very difficult. She had the sweetest little “lets go to bed/roost” call every night and would be first to turn in. She also had a special relationship with the puppy.
The Second Six
Ruby - most if you know Ruby’s story. She was originally Adventure Girl, but fought a hard 3-year battle with cancer. For a period of time, she was getting daily, private free range time before I went to work in the morning. You can see her up on the hill by herself when she was Adventure Girl.
Little Mill - Ruby’s best friend and a sweetheart. Her feathers are oh so soft, and she has a tendency to go broody (but then wants to kill the real, live chicks that are interfering with the imaginary ones). She has had a limp since she was a pullet and has an adorable hobble run. Here she is in broody stance. The second and third photos are just her being fabulous.
Cashew - an amazing mother! I also think she has the most beautiful face of all my chickens. It cracks me up, because also has a deep, growly voice and crows! Outweighed by at least three pounds, maybe closer to four, she beat up Buttercup who pecked at a chick. Buttercup steered clear after that.
Buttercup - what’s not to love about this fluff ball? She gets very jealous of the other chickens and will attack them if she thinks I’m giving them too much attention (except for Bridge). She makes the sweetest sounds when she is picked up or stroked.
Lucky - another top lap sitter. Loves to squat for me and has a distinctive voice (they all do). She is forgiven for giving me a corneal abrasion when I handled her during molt.
Roxy - such a sweet disposition and she has just a faint cluck she does all the time. She’s pretty tiny for a Wyandotte. Once she got very anemic due to bleeding intestines. We never figured out what it was, but thanks to Roxy, the flock now gets the occasional beef liver treat.
Cashew’s Four
Happy Cheeks - This sweet angel only lived two weeks. Watching her interact with Cashew was precious.
Dorothy - such an assertive and goofy little girl! She loved to climb under my lap towel when I sat down with them. Precious. And another impressive comb.
Ester - the most nervous chicken I ever had, but I gained her trust during a severe winter molt. Nothing super noteworthy about her personality, but I still loved her! I’m grateful to her for being such a good patient when I learned how to tube feed.
Minnie - she’s a bit nervous, but I believe she was attacked by a fox her first year. She is very curious, and always has her head right in the middle of whatever I am doing.
The Babies
Sunshine - such a bundle of love. The most affectionate chicken I’ve known who loved to sit in my lap with her head in my armpit. I hate myself for the fact that she died of a fatty liver hemorrhage at such a young age. I miss her, along with the others who have left us.
Flo - another assertive girl, likely to be alpha if she outlives Bridge. She likes to walk up to me and demand to be picked up. Her first night home, she got out of the brooder and was screaming her head off on the kitchen floor. I was not set up properly, as a broody was supposed to raise them. So I laid on the kitchen floor and she warmed up on my belly under my shirt. For hours.
Flash - a nervous, gentle soul. I think she misses Sunshine. She usually comes running to me in hopes I have a treat. The only way she likes to be handled is if I hunch over and curl my body around her. She was named for her quickness as a chick and is still fast like a flash! She is the lowest ranked, and likes to lay in hidden places. I think there must be a couple blue eggs out in the yard somewhere.
Bob, this post took forever on my phone and I wasn’t able to find all the photos I wanted, but I hope you like it. I’m also not sure how to get all those attachments off the bottom. I think we’re stuck with them. Congratulations on 100,000 posts!
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This is a really wonderful post! I followed your lead.
Oh, I already posted before reading the rules. Enjoy!
It’s also interesting the language used around cars. When someone runs over a cyclist or a pedestrian, the media report it as being “a car hit a cyclist” or “a car hit a pedestrian”. Not “a motorist”; they take the human accountability away from the perpetrator and lump it onto the victim. Very subtle victim-blaming, drawing attention to out-groups such as cyclists and pedestrians (they were in the way of the car!)
I’ll get off my high-horse now; my husband was hit by a drunk-driver who just got a slap on the wrist.
High-horse tax:
I thoroughly enjoyed watching that a second time.
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