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[ChickenRadio]

I wave at (what's your name?).

Luna)

 

[ilovemysilkie]

Name: Jordan
Age: 21
Gender: F
Personality: Smart, can be awkward, emotional, funny, and let's not forget totally amazing
Pets(for real): Giant lizard(named Skinky), border collie
Pictures: Oreo (my sassy boy)F

Accepted

 

[NinjaRooster]

Name: William (not for real ya know)
Age: 19 (again, not really)
Gender: Male
Personality: Shy and awkward -especially when he is trying not to be, smart, fixes just about anything, doesn't really care that his hair is always a mess because he's got more important things to think about, easy to anger at times and may end up pulling extremely elaborate pranks for revenge, willing to help anyone and everyone, kind of a loner, doesn't let anybody push anybody else around.
Pet(s): aside from his flock of chickens (the only thing real here), he has his most trusted and loyal companion: Elijah, a 3 year old golden retriever
Pet(s) Picture(s): (sorry iPhone is not cooperating with pictures...)
Pet(s) Name(s): Chickens are unnamed, dog is Elijah.

 

[Rezia]

I grin. "Nice to meet you!" I say cheerfully. Cody snorts again, then bows, his head dropping. I look over at him. "It's a little trick I taught him," I laugh. "He does it when he wants something."

 

[ilovemysilkie]

Name: William (not for real ya know)
Age: 19 (again, not really)
Gender: Male
Personality: Shy and awkward -especially when he is trying not to be, smart, fixes just about anything, doesn't really care that his hair is always a mess because he's got more important things to think about, easy to anger at times and may end up pulling extremely elaborate pranks for revenge, willing to help anyone and everyone, kind of a loner, doesn't let anybody push anybody else around.
Pet(s): aside from his flock of chickens (the only thing real here), he has his most trusted and loyal companion: Elijah, a 3 year old golden retriever
Pet(s) Picture(s): (sorry iPhone is not cooperating with pictures...)
Pet(s) Name(s): Chickens are unnamed, dog is Elijah.

accepted.

 

[ChicknsRock]

I grin. "Nice to meet you!" I say cheerfully. Cody snorts again, then bows, his head dropping. I look over at him. "It's a little trick I taught him," I laugh. "He does it when he wants something."

"Cool!" I say and smile.

 

[NinjaRooster]

I roll over and pull the wool blankets up over my head. I'm laying on something small and hard; clearly my brother decided to take revenge for something and decided a golf ball would be appropriate. Kids these days...

'Okay", I think to myself, "gotta get up and get the fire going or I am never going to get up." Once the fire is going I grab myself a thick slice of homemade bread and apple butter, "Ah, breakfast of champions, I say to myself. "Come on Elijah, lets go for a ride into town." As I open the door, Elijah sprints ahead waiting for me at the shop. When I get there I look at my watch "34 seconds," I say to myself. "23... 17... 12... 7... 3,2,1." A small door on the end of the building slides open and 3 chickens dash out, clucking and squawking angrily. "I see you guys aren't as happy about the snow as I am." I walk into the shop and head to my work bench where I grab a small piece of chainsaw fuel line. "Got to get some more of this," I say. "Arf!" "Well then lets get going," I reply. I grab my mountain bike and head out the door and down the driveway. The studded snow tires made short work of the 100 yard trip to the road. Once i reach the road, I say: "Ok boy, its 7 miles to the hardware store, shouldn't take more than an hour since the road is nice and had packed.

(about an hour later)

As I ride into town, I stop at my favorite cafe to grab something warm. I walk in and head up to the counter to order an oat bran muffing and a glass of hot chocolate. Stepping outside, I take a sip of Chocolate and give Elijah a piece of muffin.

 

[Rezia]

I nod. "Yeah, it's cool until he does it 400 times a day," I say grinning. "You should see my mule! He knows at least twelve different tricks. Obviously I have a lot of time on my hands." I chuckle.

 

[CowGrrrl]

I look back over my shoulder. Maybe in my mindless gallop I had left the lady behind. I turn around, shrugging, and go back to the ranch.

The wooden sign greets me warmly as I click to Outlaw... a clear sign of "let's get moving". Dad and the ranch hands are loading hay into the bed of the old, beat-up pickup truck, probably going to take it to the mountainside, where most of our herd is. I raise a leather-gloved hand and wave. They return it.

"Okay, mister," I say to Outlaw. "Carrots? Apple? Bob once for carrot, twice for apple." He bobs twice.

"Good job," I say, rewarding him with an apple. I untack him, groom him, and release him into his stall, and make my way out to the barnyard. The hens noisily run about, and our two roosters strut around. I reach down to pet a nosy Sex-Link, and look to the evergreen trees across the nearby river. They are heavy with ice, and the grass bears a light dusting of snow. Our pregnant mare, Winn Dixie Chic, snorts from the nearby field. I whinny in return; an old horse trick.

After feeding the menagerie of goats and sheep, I rub my cold cheeks and open the door to our log cabin. My step-mom is in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. "Hey, girl," she greets me.

"Howdy," I say. "Anybody riding Stewball right about now?"

She shakes her head.

"Good. I'm gonna follow the cowboys."

"Be careful."

"I will."

QUickly, I saddle up Stewball, a lively paint stallion, and follow the truck.

 

[NinjaRooster]

I ride over to the hardware store, with Elijah trotting close behind. I lean my bike against the side of the store, debating if I should lock it or not. I seriously doubt anyone would take it, I think to myself. "Better safe than sorry," I say. I unclip the cable and fiddle with the lock for a moment. Great, it just happens to be frozen. "Alright Elijah, wait here for a minute and I'll get you a treat."