Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Ponypoor]

You must be more careful.

I do this all the time. The big run is 5 feet high because of how I had to fit it around the birch tree. I'm 5 foot 8 inches tall. I bang my head on the cross beam in the middle and the door frame all the time.

2 nights ago I was putting Niamh to bed. She was perched on my arm and I hit my head on the door frame. I saw stars.

Fortunately I've done it so many times I didn't even flinch. Niamh never knew.

Good grief! That’s just terrible! We’re you wearing a ball cap? I am always banging my head on the garage door due to the peak on the ball cap impeding my vision upwards. Owwww!

 

[Grandma The Chicken]

This cat...

Tonight, Mačor's sleeping position is this, but it's bound to change.

If you take away the blanket from him, he will try to play tug of war with you and claw at it because he really wants it.

My mother put a sheet where he was laying to avoid a mess of cat hair but Mačor went to eat and after that, he decided to sleep on the couch where my father usually sits at. I transferred him, afraid he was going to bite me or scratch me, to where my mother laid out the sheet because I already know what my father will say if I tell him the cat slept on his bed. Sorry, Mačor. Maybe we have to set up the sheet on Father's couch as well.
I promise chicken photos will be coming soon. For now, here's a few poor quality photos of Hawk.