I'm thankful for _________ this week.

[Buff Hooligans]

I'm thankful that I'm twice as humble as everybody here. *








* Please reference the thread on Christmas letters.

 

[WriterofWords]

For my new baby ducks!

 

[TheOLDNewChick]

Speaking of, Buff.


You owe me a keyboard. There's all kinds of orange juice drying in it now, thanks to YOU and your funnies.

 

[Buff Hooligans]

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I'll mail you mine. It's got nothing but sweat and peanut butter on it. The keys hardly stick at all.

(thanks for the cute compliment!)

 

[TheOLDNewChick]

Thanks but, I have a peanut butter obsessed Boxer living here and, I think it'd be a bit difficult to type without that huge nose and tongue in the way...

and all the slobber.


(You're welcome.

)

 

[fowltemptress]

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Eep! That was hilarious!

I'm thankful I only have one Aunt who sends out those letters about her family. I'm thinking I'll join her this year, but go into minute details about the awesomeness of my chickens, even more so than you did.

Okay, yes, I've thought about it, and I'm getting to work on it. I'll post it in your thread later if I'm not too embarrassed by it. I'm thankful for all the awesome ideas I get from BYC

 

[fowltemptress]

A hawk got a chick . . . I feel very guilty about it.

I'm thankful that in all these years, this is the only time I've lost a chicken to a wild predator.
I'm thankful I got to see the hawk, so that I knew what happened instead of spending days wondering what on earth had caused the chick to disappear.
I'm thankful I lost the chick as opposed to one of the chickens I've grown so attached to, as horrible as that may sound to some.
I'm thankful the sight of the hawk in my backyard was so dang pretty, even if it was engaged in a grisly mission.
I am not thankful I now have a new hawk in the area, and that he has apparently found the buffet. But . . . it's just one of those things you learn to deal with.

 

[fowltemptress]

I'm gathering stuff for a marriage celebration Halloween party next year, and even with the after Halloween sales the price of those fake bones is outrageous. I have to have bones, so I'm thinking about all the work that would go into cleaning a deer or sheep carcass to get the bones . . . I'm more than willing to do it, but it's just one of those things I have to add to the to do list, if you know what I mean.

Later that day I hop the fence to my neighbor's land to go walking with the dogs (yes, I have permission) and I don't walk more than a few hundred yards when I see it . . . the perfectly clean and bleached bones of an entire cow! More than enough bones for my purpose. I noticed the skull was missing, but oh well. I mark my spot and continue with the walk . . . about 600 yards away I run into the missing skull! Not a tooth was missing, not a piece flaked off . . . what are the odds?

In a way, it was a walk of death, because I also found a pile of owl pellets to have fun with, and my dogs managed to scare up a few rats that they killed. I love country walks . . . I'm thankful every time I go walking that I'm not on a sidewalk in some neighborhood. There's treasure everywhere

 

[CarriBrown]

I'm thankful I live in a country where I can vote.

 

[fowltemptress]

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Oh, I know . . . I'm avoiding all news right now. I don't want to know about anything until it's all over, or risk having my blood boil me into delirium.