Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Sylvester017]

Been giving the Clyde the Brave feather thing a thinking.

I figure the follow four scenario could have happened with a Curly x Teddy offspring:

1) regular silkie feathers (like Teddy)
2) regular satin (normal) feathers
3) Satin frizzle (like Curly)
4) silkie feathers frizzled (which I guess we all feel he is)

Of those 4 scenarios the only one which would have thrown me for a loop would have been the regular non frizzle feathers.

I would not have batted an eyelash at normal silkie or satin frizzle, and the idea of his being silkie frizzle never occurred to me.
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He looks like he just pulled a sweater over his head and has static
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When you 1st showed us Clyde's chick pics he looked all black w/some silver (gray) feathers peaking out here & there which is not unusual for an all black Silkie. But as his adult plumage grew in he very obviously was a bird of a different color. Roos are so gorgeous!

 

[rural mouse]

This morning's adventure:

Daylight, went out to get Sherlock, open the coop (while coffee is brewing). He greeted me with a happy bark....then a large (dinner plate sized head) yellow lab followed him out of the car port, silver face, same tender eyes Sherlock has. At one glance, I saw OLD MAN dog, with collar, name plate embedded in the collar. Phone number on it. Back to house for phone and Sherlock's training collar (he's a bouncing bundle of "I'm not listening to you".)

Took both down the drive for a walk, excited Sherlock bowled the poor fellow over inspite of being smaller. Old fellow has wonderful manners. Put Sherlock inside and made the call. "HI, I'm "Rural Mouse". I have a yellow lab in the yard" "OH, THANK GOD!" Seems the dogs (yes, plural) were let out about 4 am while nurse owner fielded a phone call. The other 2 came back just fine. The Old Man....vanished. He's 10, British champion lines, has champion offspring, is half deaf, and is in failing health. They're hoping for 1 last litter out of him now that their female is 3. When she arrived to get him (only a couple of miles by road, shortened to a mile across the fields), Sherlock hopped up into her vehicle: I'm ready to go, want to keep playing with my new friend! Meanwhile Castor pulled the hissing, growling, hiding under the stairs trick to which the Old Man ignored.

Sherlock on an afternoon walk with all the snow the Old Man waded through to see him, pushing 8 inches.....and starting up again.

 

[Sally PB]

Thank you for making sure a beloved boy got home safely.

 

[rural mouse]

Thank you for making sure a beloved boy got home safely.

He was a giant Teddy bear. And perfectly happy to walk along with me while Sherlock bounced and raced about in the fresh snow. Apparently they come up to the snow plow depot (across the main road) to walk the dogs. They (all 3 of the dogs) have been coming up to visit various people around me periodically.

I'm glad the other 2 didn't come with. Keeping Sherlock from too much rough housing was a challenge anyway.

He comes visiting again, he's more than welcome. I'm also glad he didn't get hurt on his before dawn ramblings.

 

[Ponypoor]

How did he get so sweet? I forgot how you got him?

Who Shirley?

Laverne and Shirley - I gave broody Curly 2 pullet chicks, a Lavender Orp and a Midnight Majesty Marans.

Guess who was the cockerel!

 

[rural mouse]

Keep getting visits from this one too

no idea where from.

 

[Desertvalleychickens]

Keep getting visits from this one tooView attachment 4021364no idea where from.

Is she friendly? Could be somebody's pet who wandered away from home...

 

[rural mouse]

Is she friendly? Could be somebody's pet who wandered away from home...

The bigger challenge: Castor and the marmalade growl and spat at each other. Sherlock jumped at it when seen through the window. The cats have to make peace before anything else can happen. Sherlock gets in trouble when he jumps at Castor. Same thing with this one. I also haven't been able to figure out gender. The tail never goes any higher.

 

[Ponypoor]

I started typing then it all !poof! disappeared! Trying again...

Not only dreaming warmer days but lots of green grasses for the horses & chickens to forage

We have the opposite problem here re: longhair vs shorthair breed doggies. We need smaller & shorthair breeds to tolerate our heatwaves. We once entertained a small poodle that doesn't shed but the cost to keep monthly grooming didn't appeal to us. Our friend spends $100 for ea grooming trip!

Would rather have your heat problem than my freezing problem…..

I would have a dog but the Veterinarian costs are prohibitive here.

 

[Ponypoor]

This morning's adventure:

Daylight, went out to get Sherlock, open the coop (while coffee is brewing). He greeted me with a happy bark....then a large (dinner plate sized head) yellow lab followed him out of the car port, silver face, same tender eyes Sherlock has. At one glance, I saw OLD MAN dog, with collar, name plate embedded in the collar. Phone number on it. Back to house for phone and Sherlock's training collar (he's a bouncing bundle of "I'm not listening to you".)

Took both down the drive for a walk, excited Sherlock bowled the poor fellow over inspite of being smaller. Old fellow has wonderful manners. Put Sherlock inside and made the call. "HI, I'm "Rural Mouse". I have a yellow lab in the yard" "OH, THANK GOD!" Seems the dogs (yes, plural) were let out about 4 am while nurse owner fielded a phone call. The other 2 came back just fine. The Old Man....vanished. He's 10, British champion lines, has champion offspring, is half deaf, and is in failing health. They're hoping for 1 last litter out of him now that their female is 3. When she arrived to get him (only a couple of miles by road, shortened to a mile across the fields), Sherlock hopped up into her vehicle: I'm ready to go, want to keep playing with my new friend! Meanwhile Castor pulled the hissing, growling, hiding under the stairs trick to which the Old Man ignored.View attachment 4021334Sherlock on an afternoon walk with all the snow the Old Man waded through to see him, pushing 8 inches.....and starting up again.

Oh I am so glad he found you and Sherlock, lucky pup! So glad you called the lady, she must have been just beyond worried.