Ended Memories of Summer—2025

[Evadig]

Congratulations to the winners!
I really enjoyed this contest and loved reading about everyone’s summer .

 

[CherishedFowlGuardian]

This summer, my birthday was on July 2nd, and my grandparents got me four baby chicks. Two of them turned out to be roosters and had to be rehomed. The other two were Olive Egger chicks, and they’re doing well. I’m very thankful that my grandparents gave me these chicks.

When we went to rehome the Sapphire Gems (the roosters), the person I swapped with was very nice. We traded the roosters for some female mixed-breed chicks. One of the chicks seemed like it might have wry neck, but I’m still not really sure. I couldn’t say no to her, though. She also had lice and couldn’t groom herself properly.

Around the same time, some of my older chickens developed bumblefoot, which got pretty bad and turned into a staph infection. I also had a guinea fowl start limping, and the ducks stopped laying eggs due to molting.

On the positive side, I really enjoyed the guineas following me around, always being their happy selves. Watching the ducks and geese swimming is so peaceful. I also got my first blue egg from my Ameraucanas!

Last but definitely not least, I’ve really enjoyed being here on Backyard Chickens and learning so much from all of you!

I wanna give a especial things to all the staff members here at BYC Making this place such a special and fun place to be and I want especially thank @DuckLady, @Nifty-Chicken, @casportpony, @TwoCrows, @Debbie292d , @N F C and @oldhenlikesdogs for all your hard work!

I forgot @BYC Project Manager I am sorry and here

 

[2 Acres]

The downpours are some of my best memories this year. The day would start, clear as any other boring, hot, and dry desert day. But later those nights was when the rain would start. I would sit down in the night, sitting with my device of choice, staring at the screen and its moving pixels, and as I sat, the weather got worse. I sat, safely inside, a piece of glass keeping the weather from getting me. The wind would start, the thunder would start, alongside the lightning, and as the thunder died the rain came alive. At times, while the lightning flashed, I would point my phone out of the door and film it in slow-motion. And oftentimes, after the rain, I would open the window to let the fresh rain smell in. Every single storm that's big enough brings the feeling of being cozy, safely inside my house, even as the exteriors got drenched.

I like gentle showers, but hate thunderstorms. I have a touch of PTSD. Loud noises make me want to crawl out of my skin.