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Good news, i just strolled out there to check on her and she's not limping anymore, she didn't bleed to death and she's scratching and rolling in the dirt. I'd say that's a successful feather removal if I've ever seen one. Poor thing really didn't pitch too much of a fit, did get some growling out of her but overall she was a trooper. I petted her for a bit after, heck i petted eveybody since I was pretty much buried in chickens. :)
:eek: LOL I guess there's some truth to the ol' saying 'Beauty is pain' when it comes to having fabulous feathered feet.
 
I feel so silly posting this. But....I was just tucking my chooks in for the night, and I was smiling to myself thinking how much I love to do this. I really do! Doing the head count, giving them a mealy worm, a pat on the head or beak, locking all the locks, giving them fresh food and water, saying goodnight. Trying to avoid the creepy spider crickets that are waiting to pounce on me in the near-darkness.

I wonder if it feels kind of like tucking your human children in for the night. I imagine it does, a little. I never had kids and never will (too old), but is the feeling kind of the same? Kind of sweet, and sentimental? My dogs sleep with me so there's no tucking in there. If anyone would have told me how much I would grow to love my little chickens, and care for my flock, I never would have believed them.

But there it is. My crazy, wonderful, inexplicable chicken love. :):love Goodnight, my sweet featherbabies.

I was a single mom from the time my son was 4 years old, and we are very, very close. He got his own apartment, and headed off to college last year. While we are only an hour away from each other, and I have 4 cats, 2 dogs, and 2 rabbits, I really felt the Empty Nest Syndrome with his absence. My depression was B*A*D.......

I got my first baby chicks in January, and raised those darlings in my only bathroom, (and the next set too) for months. I tuck them in, every night too, and give each one a special cuddle and make chicken cooing noises. They coo back at me, and give me chicken kiss/pecks on my neck and face. I'm really surprised I don't read them "Goodnight Moon"!

Don't feel silly at all. I love my chickens very much too -- they got me laughing again, they make me breakfast every day (not just on Mother's Day, like my son did), and I don't have to pay for them to go to college!
 
And....
Black Copper Marans - 28 weeks old - not laying yet. Sigh.

My Outfit: eHarmony "Groom" shirt with big mud stain on the boob (no, I've never been on eHarmony), stretchy pants with holes in upper thigh area, those "gripper" socks they give you at the hospital, Crocs, unbrushed hair/teeth, 15 year old ugly blue coat that I've never worn in public but love cause it's warm and waterproof.

Lovely.
 
Welcome to the sorority of crazy chicken ladies, we're happy to have you. :)
And....
Black Copper Marans - 28 weeks old - not laying yet. Sigh.

My Outfit: eHarmony "Groom" shirt with big mud stain on the boob (no, I've never been on eHarmony), stretchy pants with holes in upper thigh area, those "gripper" socks they give you at the hospital, Crocs, unbrushed hair/teeth, 15 year old ugly blue coat that I've never worn in public but love cause it's warm and waterproof.

Lovely.
 
You'd be welcome. Got to have strict rules for that thread though. Got to talk to the chickens. Got to have a morning outfit that a bag lady would scold you for. Got to have at least one bodily chicken function on you by 9am . And most importantly you cannot at any point and time have a stick up your butt.:)
You should TOTALLY start that as a thread!!!! I'd totally join!!!!

"The Sorority of Crazy Chicken Ladies"
 

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