Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[notabitail]

Happy Hatchday

Someone is 6 today.

Spoiler: Who is 6?

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Her party will be on Thursday. Eve wants to be here for it. I will toss her some special foods today as well.

More photos to come in celebration!

Happy Hatchday, Hattie!

 

[featherhead007]

DH spoils our 6 chickens too. Nothing but non-GMO and ORGANIC canned and fresh veggies!

Of course. Same as me. But I live on my farm. Everything is organic, even my newspaper !

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

Two for Tuesday.
I am reposting this picture. It is one of the last I took of my dear boy.

I miss my monkey man. I had my coffee on the back steps this morning. I was armed with a loaf of french bread that was going bad. I was immediately surrounded by the flock. I have the usual suspects waiting for pieces to be tossed. The normal bossy impatient hens beside me tearing off their own pieces so theirs never touch the ground. It was one of those quiet summer mornings I love before the heat of the day hits. It was also incomplete. My Branch should be here to either stand beside me talking or climbing in my lap for a morning nap. Even this mornings Bubba and Randy drama did not distract from his absence. I am thankful I was finally able to do right by my boy. Finding him a hen his size that he could call his own has been a chore. He did ok with the big girls, well he had several he claimed as his own but with Poppet it was different. Poppet had eyes only for him. She only responded to his escort call and if he tidbitted she was right there beside him. The 6 little Branchlet's personalities are starting to emerge. They have the art of being judgmental down pat. I am winning them over slowly. They are making me work to earn their love and trust unlike Adele. I do not think I have ever had to work this hard to win over a silkie chick. I am breaking through to two of them though. Like their daddy they have came to love the shoulder and neck massage and after a few seconds fully relax and pass out for a few minutes.

 

[RoyalChick]

Two for Tuesday.
I am reposting this picture. It is one of the last I took of my dear boy.
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I miss my monkey man. I had my coffee on the back steps this morning. I was armed with a loaf of french bread that was going bad. I was immediately surrounded by the flock. I have the usual suspects waiting for pieces to be tossed. The normal bossy impatient hens beside me tearing off their own pieces so theirs never touch the ground. It was one of those quiet summer mornings I love before the heat of the day hits. It was also incomplete. My Branch should be here to either stand beside me talking or climbing in my lap for a morning nap. Even this mornings Bubba and Randy drama did not distract from his absence. I am thankful I was finally able to do right by my boy. Finding him a hen his size that he could call his own has been a chore. He did ok with the big girls, well he had several he claimed as his own but with Poppet it was different. Poppet had eyes only for him. She only responded to his escort call and if he tidbitted she was right there beside him. The 6 little Branchlet's personalities are starting to emerge. They have the art of being judgmental down pat. I am winning them over slowly. They are making me work to earn their love and trust unlike Adele. I do not think I have ever had to work this hard to win over a silkie chick. I am breaking through to two of them though. Like their daddy they have came to love the shoulder and neck massage and after a few seconds fully relax and pass out for a few minutes.

 

[Sylvester017]

Of course. Same as me. But I live on my farm. Everything is organic, even my newspaper !

Yep, we may be suburbanites but we manage to grow our own stuff too. We just don't eat our own chickens!

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

Good grief Poppet your timing it terrible.

A light switch has been flipped in her tiny little silkie brain in a matter of hours. She went from happy little stuffing her face hen to a shrieking and biting demon from the pits of the underworld over her egg. I braved the rabid beast to check and yup, she is starting to pluck those breast feathers as well. Now what. Branch has been gone 10 days. She will not be ready for a few more days. With Randy around I also cannot trust that any of her eggs are still sired by Branch. If she had done this a week ago I would have saved 3 or 4 of her eggs to stuff under her.

 

[featherhead007]

Yep, we may be suburbanites but we manage to grow our own stuff too. We just don't eat our own chickens!

Honestly, I tried eating a bucket of fried chicken, a nd could not do it. I hold a piece in my hand and think “I wonder what kind of chook this was? Friendly and trusting, maybe someone’s unwanted pet, or worse, one of those unfortunate caged ones that were specifically hatched to be food?” No I can’t eat chicken.

 

[featherhead007]

I went to town this morning and took a picture of the site where Sir Jaffar my rooster buddy was laid to rest. Only his body is under the ground, I’m sure he is somewhere else laughing his Cochin head off.
I recently planted that redwood tree and then planted him there.

 

[featherhead007]

I must get up and start my day. Little CeeCee has a different opinion. She’s happy and content being exactly where she is at the moment. She growled at me when I tried to move her.

You really don’t want to mess with CeeCee, she is the one who chases all the cats around (regardless of the size of the cat)

 

[featherhead007]

Two for Tuesday.
I am reposting this picture. It is one of the last I took of my dear boy.
View attachment 3892612
I miss my monkey man. I had my coffee on the back steps this morning. I was armed with a loaf of french bread that was going bad. I was immediately surrounded by the flock. I have the usual suspects waiting for pieces to be tossed. The normal bossy impatient hens beside me tearing off their own pieces so theirs never touch the ground. It was one of those quiet summer mornings I love before the heat of the day hits. It was also incomplete. My Branch should be here to either stand beside me talking or climbing in my lap for a morning nap. Even this mornings Bubba and Randy drama did not distract from his absence. I am thankful I was finally able to do right by my boy. Finding him a hen his size that he could call his own has been a chore. He did ok with the big girls, well he had several he claimed as his own but with Poppet it was different. Poppet had eyes only for him. She only responded to his escort call and if he tidbitted she was right there beside him. The 6 little Branchlet's personalities are starting to emerge. They have the art of being judgmental down pat. I am winning them over slowly. They are making me work to earn their love and trust unlike Adele. I do not think I have ever had to work this hard to win over a silkie chick. I am breaking through to two of them though. Like their daddy they have came to love the shoulder and neck massage and after a few seconds fully relax and pass out for a few minutes.

It’s not fair that someone you love dearly goes away, but the feeling of hurt doesn’t.