Hurricane Florence

[Wyorp Rock]

Just remember ,
You can't change what kind of inlaw you were given,
Only what kind of inlaw you are!

This is true!

How are all you Carolina folks doing this morning? We've been watching the live feeds, and it looks pretty crazy out there! I'm amazed if you still have electricity.

Looks like we will be getting a lot of rain, but that won't be here until Sun/Mon - I imagine those folks on the coastal plain and central piedmont areas are getting drenched.
I hope Florence moves on quickly, she seems to be going slow - lots of flooding.

 

[Elegantenvy]

@Shorty22366 and @Wyorp Rock y'all are too funny. She's gotten under my skin a little. And I feel like I have to clean and be busy more than usual, but it's okay do far. Starting to get cloudy and windy now. She's not s fan of my chickens so I cant wait to bring them in. Haha

 

[Shorty22366]

@Shorty22366 and @Wyorp Rock y'all are too funny. She's gotten under my skin a little. And I feel like I have to clean and be busy more than usual, but it's okay do far. Starting to get cloudy and windy now. She's not s fan of my chickens so I cant wait to bring them in. Haha

Right in her bedroom. It is their mom's home she is the visitor.

 

[Elegantenvy]

Thought I'd update everyone! Started to sprinkle and the wind was picking up so got the girls (and Jack) in now. They're a little cramped since last time they spent time in that cage.. and poor jack is alone in the carrier and hating it. But they will be safe. I look forward to being able to watch them more and maybe even see an egg laid! We've already had jack crow in the house. That was fun . Lol

 

[Wyorp Rock]

Thought I'd update everyone! Started to sprinkle and the wind was picking up so got the girls (and Jack) in now. They're a little cramped since last time they spent time in that cage.. and poor jack is alone in the carrier and hating it. But they will be safe. I look forward to being able to watch them more and maybe even see an egg laid! We've already had jack crow in the house. That was fun . Lol

I bet your kids were thrilled to here Jack crowing in the house!

I hope the storm passes quickly for you and all will remain safe.
Thank you for the update.

 

[Elegantenvy]

I bet your kids were thrilled to here Jack crowing in the house!

I hope the storm passes quickly for you and all will remain safe.
Thank you for the update.

Oh they did. It was so funny. And Soo loud! Kept scaring my mother in law. And she keeps thinking the chickens whimpering is a kid crying lol. She claims he wakes her up G 4 am when he's outside. ( I never hear him). She's afraid of being up all night. Lol. We'll see.

 

[Wyorp Rock]

Oh they did. It was so funny. And Soo loud! Kept scaring my mother in law. And she keeps thinking the chickens whimpering is a kid crying lol. She claims he wakes her up G 4 am when he's outside. ( I never hear him). She's afraid of being up all night. Lol. We'll see.

The kids (and I suspect the MIL) will remember this one - when your old and gray, the kids will say - "Mom remember that storm when the chickens had to come inside and Jack crowed his head off and kept everyone up all night" LOL
Once the house gets dark, the chickens will settle down - it will be an experience for all involved I'm sure.

The main thing is you are all safe

 

[MROO]

The kids (and I suspect the MIL) will remember this one - when your old and gray, the kids will say - "Mom remember that storm when the chickens had to come inside and Jack crowed his head off and kept everyone up all night" LOL
Once the house gets dark, the chickens will settle down - it will be an experience for all involved I'm sure.

The main thing is you are all safe

Make sure Jack's kennel is covered with a dark cloth, so he doesn't catch the first glimmer of light in the morning.

And a funny rooster & light story ...
I grew up in a very busy, animal filled, household. We had a little Nankin rooster named Purdue. He was the most social little chicken I've ever had the pleasure to meet; he simply loved people. As we all grew into our teens, we, too, became more social ... and our "return to the roost" times got later and later as we pushed curfews further and further.

Mom solved the problem of knowing exactly when everyone got home by moving Purdue into the garage. When my sister came in, she would open the back door. Purdue would see the outside light, and would crow. Mom knew the first of her brood was safely arrived home. The same scenario was repeated as I came in a few hours later, and again when my brother somehow dragged himself home.

Challenge accepted. It became a good-natured game between us and Mom to see who could thwart the Chicken Alarm.

First, we tried to get around it by paying "little sister" a dollar to turn the porch light off when she came home, which she swears she did. It was weeks before we figured out that there was an extra "safety switch" for the back porch ... in my mother's bedroom!

Then we decided that the first one home would remove the light bulb. No go. Mom knew where the spares were kept. We played hide-the-light bulbs for awhile ... until my Dad had to buy more two weeks in a row ... and got REALLY mad at us for "wasting" so many!

We dealt with the living alarm clock until my brother came up with the bright idea of "fixing" the porch light so it no longer worked. We had two weeks where no one got ratted out by the rooster. We would come in from our nights-out, open the door and talk to Purdue in a quiet voice, so he knew we weren't giant raccoons or other chicken-eating monsters. He would chatter at us a bit, fluff himself up and settle right back on his roost. The three of us celebrated our victory with ice cream cones at our local drive-in.

But Mom wasn't done. She had us all rearranging furniture one afternoon. We thought she was just changing things up a bit, but she had an ulterior motive. The next weekend, we did our "settling" routine with Purdue. He fluffed himself back down, and then opened the door to a blazing light ... and a high, shrill cock-a-doodle-doo. The new arrangement had three lights - THREE - blazing through Perdue's door!

We gave up and called a truce. After an honest pow-wow, we ended up with slightly adjusted curfews and a promise to knock lightly on her door to let her know we were home (Dad slept like a rock!)

Purdue stayed in the garage for about two years. For some reason, he figured it was a cool place to call home. And my siblings and I gave up trying to thwart the system, not because we agreed with it, but because of what my mother told us at the pow-wow. She said that she didn't sleep well when we were out and about, she was too worried. In her own words, she said, "When the cock crows three times, I know all my babies are safe." How could we argue with that?

RIP Brother Purdue
And Thanks, Mom, for being so amazing!

 

[Kfults]

Thought I'd update everyone! Started to sprinkle and the wind was picking up so got the girls (and Jack) in now. They're a little cramped since last time they spent time in that cage.. and poor jack is alone in the carrier and hating it. But they will be safe. I look forward to being able to watch them more and maybe even see an egg laid! We've already had jack crow in the house. That was fun . Lol

Can you turn poor jack so that he can see his girls! maybe that would help!
Prayers for safety! We had Hurricane Rita ( the one after katrina) come right up our back door- less than an hour from coast! VERY SCARY!!!

 

[Kfults]

Make sure Jack's kennel is covered with a dark cloth, so he doesn't catch the first glimmer of light in the morning.

And a funny rooster & light story ...
I grew up in a very busy, animal filled, household. We had a little Nankin rooster named Purdue. He was the most social little chicken I've ever had the pleasure to meet; he simply loved people. As we all grew into our teens, we, too, became more social ... and our "return to the roost" times got later and later as we pushed curfews further and further.

Mom solved the problem of knowing exactly when everyone got home by moving Purdue into the garage. When my sister came in, she would open the back door. Purdue would see the outside light, and would crow. Mom knew the first of her brood was safely arrived home. The same scenario was repeated as I came in a few hours later, and again when my brother somehow dragged himself home.

Challenge accepted. It became a good-natured game between us and Mom to see who could thwart the Chicken Alarm.

First, we tried to get around it by paying "little sister" a dollar to turn the porch light off when she came home, which she swears she did. It was weeks before we figured out that there was an extra "safety switch" for the back porch ... in my mother's bedroom!

Then we decided that the first one home would remove the light bulb. No go. Mom knew where the spares were kept. We played hide-the-light bulbs for awhile ... until my Dad had to buy more two weeks in a row ... and got REALLY mad at us for "wasting" so many!

We dealt with the living alarm clock until my brother came up with the bright idea of "fixing" the porch light so it no longer worked. We had two weeks where no one got ratted out by the rooster. We would come in from our nights-out, open the door and talk to Purdue in a quiet voice, so he knew we weren't giant raccoons or other chicken-eating monsters. He would chatter at us a bit, fluff himself up and settle right back on his roost. The three of us celebrated our victory with ice cream cones at our local drive-in.

But Mom wasn't done. She had us all rearranging furniture one afternoon. We thought she was just changing things up a bit, but she had an ulterior motive. The next weekend, we did our "settling" routine with Purdue. He fluffed himself back down, and then opened the door to a blazing light ... and a high, shrill cock-a-doodle-doo. The new arrangement had three lights - THREE - blazing through Perdue's door!

We gave up and called a truce. After an honest pow-wow, we ended up with slightly adjusted curfews and a promise to knock lightly on her door to let her know we were home (Dad slept like a rock!)

Purdue stayed in the garage for about two years. For some reason, he figured it was a cool place to call home. And my siblings and I gave up trying to thwart the system, not because we agreed with it, but because of what my mother told us at the pow-wow. She said that she didn't sleep well when we were out and about, she was too worried. In her own words, she said, "When the cock crows three times, I know all my babies are safe." How could we argue with that?

RIP Brother Purdue
And Thanks, Mom, for being so amazing!