So everyone knows once I name a chicken after I am sure of their gender I do not like to change them. Today I made a exception to that rule.

Me and mom are out working on the yard this morning. I have had the chicks out while we are out there. We we take our breaks on the building steps they swarm us. I had yet to tell mom that "Julio" was a boy. Little twerp flared his hackles and did a rooster dance around Dottie in front of mom. The side eye I got along with "I thought that one was a hen". No, it's a boy, and meet Julio. He then runs and hops in my lap and proceeds to fall asleep. Again, side eye...."He's staying isn't he". Whatever gave you that idea as he snuggled in for a nap. We mow another quarter of the yard and take a break again. This time Julio hops in her lap and just stares at her. Mom starts petting him and he snuggles in. "Well, Julio is not his name, it does not fit." Ok, Whatever. Then the silkies gather around. She asks if any of them have names. I told her some do and I pointed out Reba, Martina and Patsy. At the name Patsy mom perked up, "Patsy, you named a chicken Patsy Cline!". Well, no not exactly but I let her roll with it. She then proceeded to name the rest along with renaming Julio. Julio is George Jones. If I have a Patsy Cline I HAVE to have a George Jones. We also now have a Lorie Morgan, Pam Tillis and which ever silkie is a boy will be "Keith Whitley". They are her classic country chicks. I now get no say in changing them as I started it with Patsy, Reba and Martina. I'm shutting up and letting her have her way seeing as how she was loving on "George" and did not bat a eye at the thought of 2 new roosters.

Patsy is NOT Patsy Cline though, she is named after @BY Bob hen Patsy.
 
So everyone knows once I name a chicken after I am sure of their gender I do not like to change them. Today I made a exception to that rule.

Me and mom are out working on the yard this morning. I have had the chicks out while we are out there. We we take our breaks on the building steps they swarm us. I had yet to tell mom that "Julio" was a boy. Little twerp flared his hackles and did a rooster dance around Dottie in front of mom. The side eye I got along with "I thought that one was a hen". No, it's a boy, and meet Julio. He then runs and hops in my lap and proceeds to fall asleep. Again, side eye...."He's staying isn't he". Whatever gave you that idea as he snuggled in for a nap. We mow another quarter of the yard and take a break again. This time Julio hops in her lap and just stares at her. Mom starts petting him and he snuggles in. "Well, Julio is not his name, it does not fit." Ok, Whatever. Then the silkies gather around. She asks if any of them have names. I told her some do and I pointed out Reba, Martina and Patsy. At the name Patsy mom perked up, "Patsy, you named a chicken Patsy Cline!". Well, no not exactly but I let her roll with it. She then proceeded to name the rest along with renaming Julio. Julio is George Jones. If I have a Patsy Cline I HAVE to have a George Jones. We also now have a Lorie Morgan, Pam Tillis and which ever silkie is a boy will be "Keith Whitley". They are her classic country chicks. I now get no say in changing them as I started it with Patsy, Reba and Martina. I'm shutting up and letting her have her way seeing as how she was loving on "George" and did not bat a eye at the thought of 2 new roosters.

Patsy is NOT Patsy Cline though, she is named after @BY Bob hen Patsy.
Did you tell her if George is a girl it’s Georgie girl? Oh and that I have a Georgie Girl? 😉

Hey there Georgie Girl….


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I am having a devil of a time telling her and Marty apart, but Georgie has more brown in her feathers.
 
Did you tell her if George is a girl it’s Georgie girl? Oh and that I have a Georgie Girl? 😉

Hey there Georgie Girl….


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I am having a devil of a time telling her and Marty apart, but Georgie has more brown in her feathers.
George is most definitely a boy. It is becoming more obvious by the day. He also now has saddle feathers to go along with the beginnings of a rooster tail.

I'm going to be honest here, I was so happy seeing mom interact with him and loving on him I would have let her name him anything she wanted.

I made a crucial mistake with Branch that I will not repeat. When Branch was younger I did not encourage any interactions between him and mom. So when I got sick and mom went out to put the chickens up for me Branch bit the strange lady who dared touch him for the first time. Well that did it. She pegged him as a mean rooster who had to go. I fought her tooth and nail over my boy. They never had the best relationship and she would go out of her way to find fault with him. He, well, he would do little things to irritate her on purpose as well. Finally towards the end she was starting to see him for what he truly was but it was a struggle.

I had put off telling her "George" was a boy. I was mentally preparing myself once again to fight tooth and nail for a rooster. Young George took it upon himself to introduce himself to her. He was also smart enough to snuggle in and take a nap on her lap. She also has a "favorite" of the silkie chicks, one who she was holding and said was the prettiest and friendliest. I'm keeping it to myself as it is only a suspicion but her favorite silkie is "Reba" who I think could be a boy. Go ahead mom, make a pet out of Reba why dont you. Fall in love with Reba. When Reba crows at you, then you can start calling him Keith.
 
George is most definitely a boy. It is becoming more obvious by the day. He also now has saddle feathers to go along with the beginnings of a rooster tail.

I'm going to be honest here, I was so happy seeing mom interact with him and loving on him I would have let her name him anything she wanted.

I made a crucial mistake with Branch that I will not repeat. When Branch was younger I did not encourage any interactions between him and mom. So when I got sick and mom went out to put the chickens up for me Branch bit the strange lady who dared touch him for the first time. Well that did it. She pegged him as a mean rooster who had to go. I fought her tooth and nail over my boy. They never had the best relationship and she would go out of her way to find fault with him. He, well, he would do little things to irritate her on purpose as well. Finally towards the end she was starting to see him for what he truly was but it was a struggle.

I had put off telling her "George" was a boy. I was mentally preparing myself once again to fight tooth and nail for a rooster. Young George took it upon himself to introduce himself to her. He was also smart enough to snuggle in and take a nap on her lap. She also has a "favorite" of the silkie chicks, one who she was holding and said was the prettiest and friendliest. I'm keeping it to myself as it is only a suspicion but her favorite silkie is "Reba" who I think could be a boy. Go ahead mom, make a pet out of Reba why dont you. Fall in love with Reba. When Reba crows at you, then you can start calling him Keith.
I have to say there was bit there that I was thinking ‘filly’ but if he has been doing the dance then that does it! Boy!

I am still thinking he might get some splash colouring though, Betty doesn’t have loads of it nor Mr P, so he could be just slow getting it.

I have noted my Azure getting really black flecks in their feathers lately, they have darker spots but these are black ones now.
 
Rest In Peace Blueberry
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My grandfather did not mean it and did not see her fly off the porch as he was pulling in. He is a wreck and was in tears but it was truly a accident. She is buried beside Bubba under their favorite Mimosa tree.
Aw so sorry to hear this, how sad. But yes it is an accident. These pets of ours are determined to cause us grief it seems.

Give your grandpa a hug.
 

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