Granny's gone and done it again

[cherrynberry]

What did you think it meant?

Water from the faucet...never knew there was a different name for it when its from a well.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

I don't know, maybe I'm being cinfusing. It all comes from the tap, I guess, but I just call it well water because it comes from a hole in the back yard instead of pipes from the city....to me processed city water is tap water.

 

[chickentrains]

I Am HOME!!!! saturdays are so busy! District manager came in today! I love her. Besides having a constant full table of orders, today was great. We had a wonderful crew. I love days like this .. I'm in a wonderful mood so I hope people are up so I can chat your ear off

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Hmm. The sandman cometh, and saith it is bedtime for sweet little old ladies who can't hardly type any more tonight, and I'm afraid that would be me. So good night dear friends, I must "away," perhaps we,"ll meet again upon the morrow but for now, I must awaaaaay! Farewll, farewell! Fare-----splat!
Oops. No, no, never mind, don't worry about me, I'm perfectly fine, never better, and I'm sure that tree will recover in a decade or two .... Good night, chaps!

 

[chickentrains]

everybody always goes to bed just when I'm logging in :l

 

[chickentrains]

Season 11 of the walking dead comes out tomorrow but I'll be working when it comes out . I got monday off though so after school I will be watching it. I am so excited

 

[BigBlueHen53]

I Am HOME!!!! saturdays are so busy! District manager came in today! I love her. Besides having a constant full table of orders, today was great. We had a wonderful crew. I love days like this .. I'm in a wonderful mood so I hope people are up so I can chat your ear off

So happy for you my dear but as you can clearly see I am in no shape to visit I can barely speak, I am exhausted and musy leave at once and I salute you and bid you goid night. Best i can do I'?m already asleep ... Farewell

 

[chickentrains]

Sigh. Guess not everybody can be nocturnal like me

 

[BigBlueHen53]

My eyeballz arent opposite the holez. Suorry.

 

[sweaterthebroodyrooster]

Sweater, tell us about your handle ,(name). Do you have a sweater chicken? Did you have a broody rooster? What is the story there??? ?

Edited typos. Sorry I keep forgetting to proof myself!

Sweater was the name of my late partridge silkie rooster. He was indeed a “broody rooster”

A friend got him for me after I lost 75 birds to foxes in one week. My friend knew I loved Silkies and he said I needed some life after all that death.

Sweater had originally been a house chicken. He was actually potty trained. His second night with me he slept on my pillow. I had taken the loss of the chickens very hard so Sweater quickly became very special and close to me.
A remember the day I woke up to him crowing right next to me, that’s still the best morning I have ever had.

I kept trying to put Sweater out with the other chickens but he would just go to our back deck and sit by the slider till I let him in.

Then I got 45 chicks, Sweater immediately started acting like their mother.

Every night when I went in the coop he would be there with 45 chicks under and around him. He was very protective of the chicks and only let one other chicken near them (Flower my late white silkie).

Then he started becoming attached to my silkie hen, he would sit right next to her while she laid an egg and sit on her nest if she left it.

But he was not any less attached to me. Anytime I went out in the yard he would come running, all 45 chicks following him across the yard. He would sit on my feet until I picked him up, then he would ride around on my shoulder.

When I was finally starting to get over the loss of the birds from the fox attack.. we had another one.

I still don’t know what happened, somehow a fox got into our coop.

That morning I went out and felt my blood chill. I could see feathers spotting the yard. When I went to the chicken coop and found the door ajar I felt like I had been punched in the gut.

there were feathers and blood everywhere. And in Sweater’s corner there was one only chick left. I remember collapsing in complete shock and anger. And my mom and dad coming out and trying to comfort me. We did a sweep of the property for survivors, nothing.

Sweater’s feathers were all through the woods along with a trail of blood. It was evident that he went down fighting for the chicks till the end.

I Incubated the two eggs I had from Flower that were fathered by Sweater one of the chicks came out looking just like Sweater and acting nothing like him, but he died four days after hatching.

The other one looked just like Flower but acted the same as Sweater. I lost her a few months ago in a fox attack that happened in the middle of the day.

I haven’t had the heart to get Silkies since.

Sweater will always hold a very special place in my heart, one that can never be filled again. There’s not a day that goes by without me missing him and wishing I had done something different the night of the attack.