Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[featherhead007]

Never provoke a Rhode Island Redhead to anger. They remember the things you said last week.
Dakota is still squawking at me for not having enough SFL

 

[featherhead007]

I’m not the only person who is sick it seems. Many people from my church community have been sick also. The reason for my chooks not getting their weekly treat of SFL, is that my friend who gifts them to me was also ill last Sunday The chooks don’t want excuses, they demand results!

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

Contrary to my personal belief George is not perfect. He is in fact a very young, very hormonal cockerel who has had the heavy weight of leadership thrust upon his small shoulders.

It is over 50 F right now and I decided to go out and have coffee with both the horses and chickens before I get down to the dreaded business of sweeping and mopping. When I rounded the building I did not see George, he was inside the building hanging out with the silkies. I was talking to Russ when George managed to sneak up on me and hit me from behind in my leg. I will say hardly any contact was made, it was really a half-hearted attempt, but, contact was made. That is unacceptable. George was immediately scooped up, my coffee spilled in the process. I proceeded to carry George as I loved on both Russ and Dirt for a few minutes. I then packed him inside to refill my coffee and came back out back. He was not immediately a fan of being carried like a baby but so what. Young man, you did wrong. He did settle quickly, in under a minute really. Once I sat down in the chair I set him down in my lap. He was given the chance to hop down then on his own if he wanted. He laid down and burried his head in my arms and took a nap. If I was slightly mad at him those feelings melted away the second he snuggled in. This little white turd is the first to sneak up behind me and make contact. I have always been able to hear the other's who have tried in the past and turned in time. That always caused them to hit the brakes and change their minds. I will also take some blame, I was not out as much the last 3 weeks due to the temps. During that time George has really stepped up from a young cockerel with no real responsibilities to full on flock rooster. As soon as I get the living room and dining room mopped I am taking another coffee break and going back out for a bit. I am going to give George many chances today and the rest of the week to see if he learned his lesson or if we have to repeat it a couple times.

George Phineous Jones, you were a bad boy this afternoon.

 

[featherhead007]

Contrary to my personal belief George is not perfect. He is in fact a very young, very hormonal cockerel who has had the heavy weight of leadership thrust upon his small shoulders.

It is over 50 F right now and I decided to go out and have coffee with both the horses and chickens before I get down to the dreaded business of sweeping and mopping. When I rounded the building I did not see George, he was inside the building hanging out with the silkies. I was talking to Russ when George managed to sneak up on me and hit me from behind in my leg. I will say hardly any contact was made, it was really a half-hearted attempt, but, contact was made. That is unacceptable. George was immediately scooped up, my coffee spilled in the process. I proceeded to carry George as I loved on both Russ and Dirt for a few minutes. I then packed him inside to refill my coffee and came back out back. He was not immediately a fan of being carried like a baby but so what. Young man, you did wrong. He did settle quickly, in under a minute really. Once I sat down in the chair I set him down in my lap. He was given the chance to hop down then on his own if he wanted. He laid down and burried his head in my arms and took a nap. If I was slightly mad at him those feelings melted away the second he snuggled in. This little white turd is the first to sneak up behind me and make contact. I have always been able to hear the other's who have tried in the past and turned in time. That always caused them to hit the brakes and change their minds. I will also take some blame, I was not out as much the last 3 weeks due to the temps. During that time George has really stepped up from a young cockerel with no real responsibilities to full on flock rooster. As soon as I get the living room and dining room mopped I am taking another coffee break and going back out for a bit. I am going to give George many chances today and the rest of the week to see if he learned his lesson or if we have to repeat it a couple times.

George Phineous Jones, you were a bad boy this afternoon.

Aren’t roosters so much fun. I really love my Mr Wyandottey!
He will stomp the ground next to me (a frivolous show of defiance)
But turns into a big soft ball of butter when I pick him up. Rudy has done the same thing in the past.

 

[notabitail]

Thirsty Thursday.

 

[notabitail]

There are two cats. The attacker, and the neighbor cat. I'm now concerned about neighbor cat. He has been very loud lately and I am tempted to feed it. Neighbor died but I have no way of knowing if that cat is getting what it needs.

 

[BY Bob]

Come on Out!

It's amazing what a motivator sunflower seeds are!

 

[featherhead007]

Thirsty Thursday.
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Very nice pics! Love those birds

 

[notabitail]

Come on Out!

It's amazing what a motivator sunflower seeds are!

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Mine demand worms.

 

[Ponypoor]

Contrary to my personal belief George is not perfect. He is in fact a very young, very hormonal cockerel who has had the heavy weight of leadership thrust upon his small shoulders.

It is over 50 F right now and I decided to go out and have coffee with both the horses and chickens before I get down to the dreaded business of sweeping and mopping. When I rounded the building I did not see George, he was inside the building hanging out with the silkies. I was talking to Russ when George managed to sneak up on me and hit me from behind in my leg. I will say hardly any contact was made, it was really a half-hearted attempt, but, contact was made. That is unacceptable. George was immediately scooped up, my coffee spilled in the process. I proceeded to carry George as I loved on both Russ and Dirt for a few minutes. I then packed him inside to refill my coffee and came back out back. He was not immediately a fan of being carried like a baby but so what. Young man, you did wrong. He did settle quickly, in under a minute really. Once I sat down in the chair I set him down in my lap. He was given the chance to hop down then on his own if he wanted. He laid down and burried his head in my arms and took a nap. If I was slightly mad at him those feelings melted away the second he snuggled in. This little white turd is the first to sneak up behind me and make contact. I have always been able to hear the other's who have tried in the past and turned in time. That always caused them to hit the brakes and change their minds. I will also take some blame, I was not out as much the last 3 weeks due to the temps. During that time George has really stepped up from a young cockerel with no real responsibilities to full on flock rooster. As soon as I get the living room and dining room mopped I am taking another coffee break and going back out for a bit. I am going to give George many chances today and the rest of the week to see if he learned his lesson or if we have to repeat it a couple times.

George Phineous Jones, you were a bad boy this afternoon.

Hahaha

He is a mama’s boy

Thankfully none of the boys have tried that with me as of yet. If Shirley were to try that I am sure he would do some real damage!

As it is they have been pretty good. For now….