Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[BY Bob]

Grandma update. She had a appointment with her family Dr Monday. She made it clear to him the moment he walked in that her mind is going. First thing she did was introduce him to me and mom like we have never met the man before. She is on a new medication for memory loss. It is only a starter dose, and will probably need to be upped but finally it is a start. She is now complaining about everything food wise. Everything that is fixed, even if she makes it tastes like "crap" to her. Today all I heard was the coffee was terrible, bitter and why did I change brands. I showed it to her and told her it was folgers classic roast, all we ever buy. She jumped me because I got the wrong classic roast. I asked her what the heck was she talking about. I got the medium roast, she insisted that there is a light roast classic roast. She also fixed herself her own breakfast. She made a fried egg sandwich, used her own store bought eggs. Yelled at me and accused me of sneaking my own eggs into her eggs. I had to remind her that the only hen laying white eggs was Chiquita and they were tiny. I could not sneak them in if I tried. I was lying according to her.

I'm very sorry for both of you. This is never easy.

 

[BY Bob]

Pecking was definitely occurring.

 

[Ponypoor]

Good move Mr. Pilot. Good photo too!

Ever notice how his chickies never doodoo on his deck? How does he train them to do that… or rather not do that

 

[featherhead007]

Good move Mr. Pilot. Good photo too!

I’m not a pilot on this boardwalk, rather a patron/pedestrian, tripping over DIP’s! Oh well, it’s sin city!

 

[Ponypoor]

Grandma update. She had a appointment with her family Dr Monday. She made it clear to him the moment he walked in that her mind is going. First thing she did was introduce him to me and mom like we have never met the man before. She is on a new medication for memory loss. It is only a starter dose, and will probably need to be upped but finally it is a start. She is now complaining about everything food wise. Everything that is fixed, even if she makes it tastes like "crap" to her. Today all I heard was the coffee was terrible, bitter and why did I change brands. I showed it to her and told her it was folgers classic roast, all we ever buy. She jumped me because I got the wrong classic roast. I asked her what the heck was she talking about. I got the medium roast, she insisted that there is a light roast classic roast. She also fixed herself her own breakfast. She made a fried egg sandwich, used her own store bought eggs. Yelled at me and accused me of sneaking my own eggs into her eggs. I had to remind her that the only hen laying white eggs was Chiquita and they were tiny. I could not sneak them in if I tried. I was lying according to her.

(Hugs hugs hugs)

I know it’s hard for all of you, and I know ow there is little I can do to help, but just know that if ever you want to vent and rant we are all here for you

 

[featherhead007]

I’m looking at this logical. The more time I spend in this room, the less money I spread out to the city who has enough money already!

 

[knoturavggrl]

Pecking was definitely occurring.

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My guys really got going once they made a hole and saw yummy seeds and pumpkin gunk inside. That stuff is softer and they liked it the most, so I think the advice for cooking it to make it a bit softer is excellent. I just have eat everything and anything growing teens is all

 

[rural mouse]

How can they see??

I'm asking the same question

 

[rural mouse]

They are waiting for the sun to "fall back"

This year is the last time. Effective next spring, we go on daylight savings and STAY there. No more yoyo with the clocks.

 

[Ponypoor]

It may not feel like it at times, especially when Twig really does not want to be caught, but tonight he showed me I am making progress with him. I needed a break this evening, grandma has drove me crazy complaining about everything. I decided to go sit in the barn isle about a hour before dark. I literally took a cup of coffee, sat on a milk crate and leaned back against Louis stall boards and closed my eyes. I do not know how long I had sat like this, I almost fell asleep. Twiggy came up and hopped into my lap and started making the cooing rooster sounds. I was shocked and at first did not move. He then settled down and I started petting him and he promptly fell asleep. Deep down in that boy is a sweet heart of a rooster. I need to remember that as he goes through this new phase of his. Tonight he showed me there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Oh my gosh! How wonderful!!! Oh that is so awesome