Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Ponypoor]

I don't get it!

It’s a play on words ‘any way’ = Hennah way. Or ‘ena way’ or
‘Any thing’ = henna thing.

Rather like the slang for isn’t is ‘ain’t’

In my world there are many slang words many British others Newfoundlander slang. And then there are the chickens… a whole new world of slang!

Coffee Wednesday slang tax

Relaxin wit ma cuppa tay….. dis waz tree deys ‘go
(Sounds better with the Newfoundland accent trust me )

 

[Ponypoor]

So I gave naming rights of Calypso over to Rosie. I told her the options I was considering. She chose none of them.

Meet Q everyone. Short for Q-tip
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Hello Q you Q T Pi

Love your fuzzy leg!

 

[Ponypoor]

I decided to let Rosie name Q because it is only right. There have been some "accidental" mistakes made, hello Homer, Juice, and Georgina, but she has taken care of the chickens for me since January.

She has really stepped up for me on chicken chores, especially when it got crazy. She still will not let me lift anything other then the silkies so any chicken wrangling that needs done, she does it. She also settled on Calypso when he hatched so I gave her the chance to keep it. Nope, she was torn. He was either Cottonball or Q-tip and it took her almost 2 days to decide. She told me this morning while helping me get dressed for my physical therapy appointment that he was Q.

Who can argue with that when she also informed me she had already been out and cleaned waterers and filled up feeders and everyone was A-Ok. The final decision came while she was taking selfies with him.

I am recalling hoping Q is a lovely pullet, there is just something about a nice white pullet silkie

Holly (she’s a brat!)

 

[Marie2020]

I don't get it!

So. Where do you wanna go

 

[ChicoryBlue]

It’s a play on words ‘any way’ = Hennah way. Or ‘ena way’ or
‘Any thing’ = henna thing.

Rather like the slang for isn’t is ‘ain’t’

In my world there are many slang words many British others Newfoundlander slang. And then there are the chickens… a whole new world of slang!

Coffee Wednesday slang tax

Relaxin wit ma cuppa tay….. dis waz tree deys ‘go
(Sounds better with the Newfoundland accent trust me )

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Thank you!

 

[WhoDatChick]

Most wholesome thing I've seen today. I'm glad Snickers paid a visit to see your mom.

Thank you

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

I am recalling hoping Q is a lovely pullet, there is just something about a nice white pullet silkie

Holly (she’s a brat!)
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I so desperately wanted Q to be a pullet. The color change on the comb does not lie. It is getting mulberry colored already at only 3 months old. Q is a cockerel, I have to face facts. I have decided by next spring I need another 10 by 10 kennel, or expand this one and divide it in half or for that matter make it 3 separate pens. If I divided it up into thirds each boy can have their own girls. Q should throw his dominate white gene. I'm not sure how many would end up white, but it should happen more frequently. Davy would get Poppet and for sure Bluey. Yes it is a father daughter breeding, but it would guarantee splashes. Barbosa would get the black girls and the mooreheads. It would also be a good excuse to be on the lookout for another white pullet or hen to join Q.

 

[WhoDatChick]

My chickens are learning Chinese! I’m so proud of them View attachment 4204644

Joke tax
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Is that an ermine Ameraucana?

 

[WhoDatChick]

Awwww! That’s a wonderful photo! I love it!

Thank you

 

[WhoDatChick]

That is such a beautiful picture. Thank you for bringing that girl to visit your mother, she looks so happy.

When grandma moved in with us after her stroke, she took such a interest in my chickens. She became my enabler and partner in crime. She was so curious about my incubator and how it worked. Did I need to set it, nope, but for her I did. I could have set just a few eggs, Grandma wanted it filled up so fill her up we did. Almost immediately she knew and remember what the temp and humidity settings were supposed to be, dementia and stroke be darned. If the humidity went one way or another by even just a single percent she either fixed it herself or hollered at me to fix it no matter the time of day. Grandma was a night owl, she had us move one of the recliners beside the table in the living room next to it so she could look in whenever she wanted. My wall was beat on many times throughout the night with her cane for me to come check settings when she could not sleep. We hatched out 36 chicks that time around, one of the best rates to date from it. I also had at the time my girls favorite nest boxes on the porch, just for her. Of course they chose to go broody in those boxes. If I failed to realize that before she did, she set them and dared me me to remove them. My hens took advantage. There was a reason after she passed last spring I really did not use my incubator and broke every hen from going broody. I needed a break.

Those last few months when she became bedridden and could no longer go outside on the porch to visit "her" chickens, I brought them inside to her. She had started to forget who we were at times but never forgot the chickens names. Whichever one she asked for, I would go out and catch and bring it inside for a visit. Owly was a favorite along with my silkies Branch and Poppet. Branch was a regular visitor. He knew the drill, and would settle in right beside her on the towel and just purr like a cat. The poor hospice nurses and aides, they never got to leave until they got to "meet" Branch. She always thought it was the first time even if it was the 30th. They were angels, those nurses. They told me if chickens made her happy bring her a chicken.

Awwww! I love every bit of this! Made me cry