Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Sylvester017]

Kelly, here’s your Christmas goose:View attachment 4010408View attachment 4010408

And this goose was ACTUALLY named "Christmas" but our Flagstaff friends didn't have the heart to have him for dinner. He turned out to be a good guard dog goose!

 

[Sylvester017]

@Themellowyellows is having discoloration foot issue w/her hen if someone can take a look?
https://www.backyardchickens.com/th...coloration-please-help.1648087/#post-28243908

 

[featherhead007]

Nothing is impossible when you dare to dream!

 

[Marie2020]

Finding his lifeless body in the run changed my life forever. Honestly, I’m habitually sad now forever

Try to hold on to all of the the happy times. I'm sure there thousands of great memories.
He had the best ever life with you

 

[Marie2020]

At 3:15 pm Shenron passed away. He had a bath, and was wrapped in a towel for cuddles. He seemed uncomfortable so I slipped him onto his basking tile where he had a big sigh and passed on. Kiddo got to pet him today before he passed, at least. She is very sad right now.

I'm so sorry Jenn

 

[featherhead007]

Try to hold on to all of the the happy times. I'm sure there thousands of great memories.
He had the best ever life with you

He liked my new car, and flying with me in my airplane

 

[Marie2020]

My prayers are with you and the loss of your loved pet. I don’t know why the best of our pets pass, but God in His infinite wisdom has a plan. I rejoice in the fact that I was able to enjoy my dearly departed pets while they were in my custody

Exactly!

 

[featherhead007]

Exactly!

I said that from the heart, and I’m not even as smart as you are!

 

[Marie2020]

I said that from the heart, and I’m not even as smart as you are!

I've made so many blunders. I couldn't ever claim to be smart.

 

[Ponypoor]

I've made so many blunders. I couldn't ever claim to be smart.

Being smart is all about learning from your blunders.

Daisy Daisy give me your answer do…..

She is such a character, the past few evenings when I have come home from work, has been sitting in the footy window watching for me I guess.

She has a lot to say when I get home, likely all about how the other birdies are picking on her

In the morning when I muck out stalls she gets right under my feet and in the way of the manure fork. A couple of times I have clobbered her with the manure rake - and yet she keeps coming back

Daisy you’re so sweet with your poopy feet, and laying those lovely blue eggs.