"Louisiana "La-yers" Peeps"

[kuntrygirl]

Same situation here. The Wellies need to be moved so that I can move the Marans, but the Wellies are only 2 months old & the Marans 1 month old so neither can go in w/the main flock yet. I can't move them into the "grow-out" pen because it is full of the peas from last years' hatch.  I need more room -- more coops, more fences, more everything!!!

So do I Terri. I didn't realize how much dust there is when they are inside. Now I need to hire a cleaning lady to get me dust free.

Tell me about it! I kept mine in "Harry Potters room" what my kids call the room under the stairs everything is covered in white dust and I already used my last swifter duster in there. Couldn't believe the mess it picked up!

 

[PrimroseMom1]

I put on my most concerned almost sad face and told her, "Well sweetie, those are all that is left of the poor children who've been run over after they ran away from their parents. The cars squish them and every time one is hit they leave that mark."

The only permanent damage is a slightly warped sense of humor

You are SO funny!! Now, I don't actually know you (though there seems to be some kind of odd/wierd kinship), but may I be so bold as to say that it seems the apples didn't fall too far from the tree??

 

[PrimroseMom1]

Well, their are always grandkids to corrupt!!

It's very rare I can get anything past our daughter. The boys though (now 28 and 24) still fall for a fair share of what I tell them. Sadly for them, they've put themselves in the position for me to keep messing with them. They call me the human dictionary, human encyclopedia, etc. So, instead of looking things up for themselves they will ask me. Heck our middle son used to work at Home Depot and when a customer had a question he couldn't answer he'd call and ask. I helped a person choose all the tile products for their bath remodel over the phone...lol.

I know what you mean about waiting for the punchline though: My dad was like that. Always telling some big tale only to have it be a joke.It got to the point were we all wore a quizzical and somewhat skeptical expression no matter he was trying to tell us. When I was little (3-4), he worked for the Hoover Company in North Canton, Ohio and he would take us up there for open houses and other events. The plant always had a ton of pigeons living under the overhead structures: My mom said that he told me the birds were called peckers. Then would laugh his butt off when I would yell, "Hey, look at the big pecker over there!", as we would walk toward the plant.

She didn't find him very funny when he did things like that...lol.

OK! NOW I get it! It's NOT just you and the kids...It's a multi-generational thing! Ha ha Have you ever researched the "tall tale humor quotient" of your great grandparents and great great grandparents? I think it maybe went way way back!

 

[PrimroseMom1]

I was holding the two new bunnies under the tree this afternoon and the girls came squarking around the chair and giving those bunnies the chicken eye, really hard, jumping up on the arms of the chair for a closer look. Finally, Primrose jumped in my lap and snuggled in close as she could if to say "your lap is for me, not some fuzzy long eared interlopers." While I petted Primrose, she continued a strong chicken eye on those bunnies and suddenly pecked one of the bunnies so hard it flipped up in the air, poor poor bunny. I guess I'll have to pet the bunnies out of the reach of that chicken beak! The bunny is okay, just a bit shaken. Bad jealous, jealous diva chicken!

 

[1MrsMagoo]

OK! NOW I get it! It's NOT just you and the kids...It's a multi-generational thing! Ha ha Have you ever researched the "tall tale humor quotient" of your great grandparents and great great grandparents? I think it maybe went way way back!

I honestly think it started with my dad: His mom was great but his dad not so much. Maybe it was the brain damage he got when his grandpa accidentally dropped him head-first into the coal stove when he was little. Or possibly that his dad, who was a stereotypical Irish drinker, was drunk when he was conceived and THAT caused the brain damage. All I can tell you is that his 3 brothers weren't stinkers like him and a lot more serious.

If you want a REALLY good laugh...here is the best one my dad ever pulled. When I was growing up the railroad trestle over State Route 39 as you entered the small town of Mechanicstown, Ohio was always painted with the name Kangaroo Crossing. Also, every year for my Uncle Howard's birthday, we would scour the countryside looking for anything with a kangaroo on it for his birthday. I never got the connection when I was little. So, one day when I was in middle school I asked my mom about it and she told me the story of the great Carroll Country Kangaroo hunt.

It goes that when my dad was a young man, he and his buddies on the volunteer fire department were bored and decided to pull an elaborate prank on the entire whole town they lived in: Only it got WAY out of control. One of the locals had went to Australia and had brought home a photo of himself with a kangaroo a few months earlier. He showed the picture to my dad when he went to his house one day. So when the guys on the fire department got pretty bored one day dad told them about the kangaroo picture. They went to the man with the picture convinced him to tell everyone that he had BOUGHT a kangaroo and brought it home with him and had him show the picture around town.

Well after a few weeks people got curious and asked to see the kangaroo. The guys said...sure invite them out, take them to the barn, and act shocked when it isn't there. So, with a crowd of people in tow, he went to the barn, found a broken stall door, and declared that his kangaroo had escaped. They even got this fella to offer a $500 reward for anyone who caught a live kangaroo and returned it to him. Now, this was the early 60's, so that was a tidy sum of money back then. Well, after the first 100 or so people showed up to try and capture the kangaroo, the local television station, WTOV9 out of Stuebenville, came and started interviewing people. By the time was all said and done, their were hundreds of people combing the hills with ropes and nets hoping to get that reward money.

To keep interest alive, the fire department guys made some fake foot prints and would occasionally yell there it goes! At some point, some guy who was out there hunting it swore he saw it jump OVER the railroad trestle that straddles State Rt 39. That just seemed to fuel the fire and MORE people showed up and started really messing up the surrounding farms. After a couple days of having 100's of people tramping all over their property, the neighbors got upset and made the guy fess up that their had NEVER been a kangaroo. My dad's older brother had been one of the people out hunting this imaginary kangaroo for 3 days and even been interviewed by the television reporters about it. Needless to say, he was the BUTT of many jokes for a long, long time afterward. He never really got over that and always held it against my dad.

Now knowing this cleared up A LOT of things for me. I had always been hurt, offended, and downright confused why Uncle Howard would rip the head off that nice stuffed Kangaroo we got him, or rip up or burn the books. I did have the courage to finally ask my uncle a few years before he passed away. All he could say was that my dad was a blankety-blankin smart *****..him and his ****** imaginary kangaroo.

So, yeah...I guess I do come by it honestly.

 

[luvmychicken]

Good morning everyone. Hope y'all enjoy the day.

 

[kuntrygirl]

I was holding the two new bunnies under the tree this afternoon and the girls came squarking around the chair and giving those bunnies the chicken eye, really hard, jumping up on the arms of the chair for a closer look.  Finally, Primrose jumped in my lap and snuggled in close as  she could if to say "your lap is for me, not some fuzzy long eared interlopers."  While I petted Primrose, she continued a strong chicken  eye on those bunnies and suddenly pecked one of the bunnies so hard it flipped up in the air, poor poor bunny.  I guess I'll have to pet the bunnies out of the reach of that chicken beak!  The bunny is okay, just a bit shaken.  Bad jealous, jealous diva chicken! 

Poor bunny and bad chickens. :/

 

[kuntrygirl]

Good morning ya'll. It will be a chilly weekend. Have a good day ya'll.

 

[TerriLaChicks]

Good morning ya'll. It will be a chilly weekend. Have a good day ya'll.

Back atcha! Starting a new tractor here -- thinking of going with the "hoop" design -- need someplace to put the Wellies & Marans for a few more months & we want to tear down the grow-out pen & move it.

 

[PrimroseMom1]

I honestly think it started with my dad: His mom was great but his dad not so much. Maybe it was the brain damage he got when his grandpa accidentally dropped him head-first into the coal stove when he was little. Or possibly that his dad, who was a stereotypical Irish drinker, was drunk when he was conceived and THAT caused the brain damage. All I can tell you is that his 3 brothers weren't stinkers like him and a lot more serious.

If you want a REALLY good laugh...here is the best one my dad ever pulled. When I was growing up the railroad trestle over State Route 39 as you entered the small town of Mechanicstown, Ohio was always painted with the name Kangaroo Crossing. Also, every year for my Uncle Howard's birthday, we would scour the countryside looking for anything with a kangaroo on it for his birthday. I never got the connection when I was little. So, one day when I was in middle school I asked my mom about it and she told me the story of the great Carroll Country Kangaroo hunt.

It goes that when my dad was a young man, he and his buddies on the volunteer fire department were bored and decided to pull an elaborate prank on the entire whole town they lived in: Only it got WAY out of control. One of the locals had went to Australia and had brought home a photo of himself with a kangaroo a few months earlier. He showed the picture to my dad when he went to his house one day. So when the guys on the fire department got pretty bored one day dad told them about the kangaroo picture. They went to the man with the picture convinced him to tell everyone that he had BOUGHT a kangaroo and brought it home with him and had him show the picture around town.

Well after a few weeks people got curious and asked to see the kangaroo. The guys said...sure invite them out, take them to the barn, and act shocked when it isn't there. So, with a crowd of people in tow, he went to the barn, found a broken stall door, and declared that his kangaroo had escaped. They even got this fella to offer a $500 reward for anyone who caught a live kangaroo and returned it to him. Now, this was the early 60's, so that was a tidy sum of money back then. Well, after the first 100 or so people showed up to try and capture the kangaroo, the local television station, WTOV9 out of Stuebenville, came and started interviewing people. By the time was all said and done, their were hundreds of people combing the hills with ropes and nets hoping to get that reward money.

To keep interest alive, the fire department guys made some fake foot prints and would occasionally yell there it goes! At some point, some guy who was out there hunting it swore he saw it jump OVER the railroad trestle that straddles State Rt 39. That just seemed to fuel the fire and MORE people showed up and started really messing up the surrounding farms. After a couple days of having 100's of people tramping all over their property, the neighbors got upset and made the guy fess up that their had NEVER been a kangaroo. My dad's older brother had been one of the people out hunting this imaginary kangaroo for 3 days and even been interviewed by the television reporters about it. Needless to say, he was the BUTT of many jokes for a long, long time afterward. He never really got over that and always held it against my dad.

Now knowing this cleared up A LOT of things for me. I had always been hurt, offended, and downright confused why Uncle Howard would rip the head off that nice stuffed Kangaroo we got him, or rip up or burn the books. I did have the courage to finally ask my uncle a few years before he passed away. All he could say was that my dad was a blankety-blankin smart *****..him and his ****** imaginary kangaroo.

So, yeah...I guess I do come by it honestly.

I LOVE it! And, it wasn't enough to pull off the rouse, but to continue it for LIFE with the Kangaroo gifts! LOL Have you thought of a book???