Show off your Delawares! *PIC HEAVY*

[Cetawin]

Good Morning Humans owned by Dellies

Rwoman - did you get the mocassins? What do ya think? YES!


I must tell everyone this little story...this will tell you what a stressed mind can do to you. So, I am sleeping and have this dream that our roomie (who is now somewhere inside Kansas and getting further away all the time) decides to cull some of my roosters. So he is outside shooting roos when it hits me My THOR and the Dellies are out there too. So, I run outside to find my Thor and Fattie amongst the downed birds. I screamed at him hysterically "why did you kill my Big Boy, you know he is my keeper and why my girl." The idiot says "Well I did not know that was a girl she was so huge I thought it was a boy". Holy He** did I wake up on the fly...I was out in the garage looking Thor over before I even thought about my slippers.

So if anyone between Kansas and the NC coast sees a grey Honda Ridgeline with a 12' uhaul behind it, stuff in the back with a blue tarp covering it and a dingbat man driving with two cats in the truck.... DO NOT TALK TO HIM and CHASE HIM EAST!

So, everyone here is fine and have been served warm oatmeal, grapes and leftover steamed broccoli.

Today's mission of I ever leave BYC - clean out Roomie's former bedroom and try out my new pedipaw thing on Thor's toenails and the rest of that crew. Might as well get that big ole tank of a boy used to having a manicure

 

[Yard full o' rocks]

Thanks Beth.....I keep reminding myself that God doesn't close one door without opening another!!

I just need to find that "door".

Just candled and here are the results

3 L'li Bit eggs developing (3 for 3)
2 Del x Orp eggs developing (2 for 2)
12 BBS rock eggs developing (12 of 14)

Not too bad

 

[Cetawin]

Scott

it was not meant to be indeed. Keep us posted on your upcoming interviews. You and yours are in our prayers here. You will find the right position soon...the Dellies have said it.

 

[kathyinmo]

Good morning all!
Chores are done, so I can take a little break. I'm tryin' to get Cyn's quilt quilted, but have to wait for more needles for my machine, as I broke the last four due to being an idiot! They should arrive in the mail (no service today) tomorrow I hope!

I have so much outside work to do, which I love doing, that I spend as much time outside as I can. It is in the 50s today.

My Delawares are so precious. I really hate to cull any of them. My favorite little roo is Mr. Funky Feathers. He won't make the cut, but is sure my friend! However, I will not make any final decisions until they are at least 20-24 weeks old. I can see from my other breeds that there is a big change up to 6 months old. My beautiful Obama (mutt roo) was a pitiful looking bird until he matured into his magnificent self!

So nice to see new people joining the thread, and the Delaware world! Welcome again, to you all! My DH has been home for over a month, awaiting return to work after an injury. Scott, I can relate (with your wife! LOL) ....

 

[walkswithdog]

Completely off topic, here is where my head is at today...

On Thursday, January 14th I went to the feedstore. With the number of critters here - I do that a lot. Nine acres is nice but you tend to fill it. I was driving along (evidently with the Neon Sucker Tattoo on my forehead well lit) when I saw by the side of the road, a dog, sitting in that ancient, my hind end broke down, sit with her legs sticking out stiff and forward like a toddlers, front end still determinedly upright. Sigh. Another motorist stopped when she also saw the dog. And she tried first to get the ancient animal into her modern little sedan... You can say of Foo that she tried. But she was too big for the car and slid off the slick leather seats into the footwell with a whine. I went over and smiled at her. "You don't fit, I'll get you out of there. So I grabbed one hundred pounds of red dog and lifted her out of the footwell. She whined, then kissed my face. "Good, dog" earned me more kisses. I got a good look, Anatolian by the look,big red dog, black masked, grey nosed and OMG wow filthy. Two ancient filthy collars, one a bark collar, no tags. We got her (at the time I thought him with the massive size and noble head) to my truck and I hoisted her in. Once again a low whine and then a thorough face bath. "Good dog." Most people would take that dog to the vet or the shelter, oily, filthy, smelly, matted, crippled, and probably dying. I, of course, brought her home.

When I got her home, we worked our way through getting her down the stairs into the yard and through the back kitchen door that had flat access for her. There I added another word to Foo Dog's set of facts. Osteosarcoma. Right there on the left hind femur. As I worked over her, looking for anything that needed immediate care, I continued to get short baths each time she worked up the energy to do so. I got out my grooming tools and started cutting away mats and brushing some of the years of foul out of her coat. She took it all with amazing grace and if she couldn't reach my hands or face would lick my ankle or my knee. I did her nails. Somewhere between the truck and the house she had become Foo Dog, the ancient guardian dogs of Chinese and Buddhist legend.

I started looking for help for immediately, she needed pain meds for what appeared to be bilateral elbow dysplasia and arthritis, they were the size of softballs and hot to the touch. At least one bad hip with the possibility that both had HD and then add the bone cancer. So pain meds. and anti-inflammatories, both were going to be necessary if she was to end her life in relative comfort. Yes, in my home. Remember the sucker tattoo? I've been working shelters for 30 years. The first dog I ever brought home from the shelter was a dying great dane who'd been left at the shelter because she was old and dying and they didn't want to be bothered.

I lucked out the local shelter agreed to take her in, do a medical work up, help me get legally held for three days and get her bathed and comfortable and started on meds. The Heroes of Young Williams Animal Center here are many. And it is a most beautiful facility.

Karen helped me get set up in their walkup tub with the right shampoos for Foo's wildly gross coat issues.

And Foo Dog was not sure about getting a bath but happy with the attention, even if all of it was exhausting and unfamiliar.

The arthritis and tumor aren't keeping her from living with grace and determination, and thanks to Young Williams and Karen and the other Heroes there, and Lonestar Pyrs for providing rescue support to pull her out again after her care and stray hold, she can hang out here until her time comes. Here she'll get the respect she deserves for a lifetime of loving someone and protecting their home and I won't let her die alone, in pain and filth in the yard. I've got a nice spot in a warm kitchen with her name on it. She's been a warrior and protector of legend, my Foo Dog. Too many times I've seen it. Once was too many, every time since makes me shudder for the condition of the human race, that some of us can do this, blindly only seeing our own needs and irritation. What cost to brush a dog? To bathe it?

And I know that often people put it out, tie it out, stop seeing it to avoid the pain of an old dog's passing. I'm not someone who could. She can have my face to wash and my heart to break, she's spent a lifetime earning SOMEONE'S grief. She can have mine and I will cherish each minute she lives. It happens here with alarming regularity, most people still seeing them as property, as livestock, not companions with feelings and souls. I knew that when I moved here. The number of dogs tied out or penned up for an entire lifetime, until they just die out there is flat amazing. With the Pyrs they often come in as unhandled, fur bearing tools, with no concept of living beside us as companions, or of trusting us.

Teaching trust is our biggest challenge with these great souls. Being trustworthy, in word and deed and intent is where it begins and ends. If you can do that, you can reach them, teach them and bring out the joy. 14 years and ancient, or three months and wicked feral, the mission is the same one - teach trust and offer love.

I'm grateful to Lonestar for helping me get Foo Dog here. I have three other rescue Pyrs currently and when budgets get stretched like that, the only way I can help, is with their help. My vet donated some meds, Young Williams will get her balanced and started and she'll come home tomorrow. And my life will be better for her presence here. Everyone needs a Foo Dog even if they don't realize it. So we'd appreciate your thoughts and prayers as you're so inclined. Although it's only for a little while, it is still worthwhile.

Okay maybe clean isn't so bad...

 

[Cetawin]

aaaaawwwwww do not feel alone...I have that same neon tattoo on my forehead....I try to keep my hair over it as much as possible, like that would work. hahahaha Pretty old gal there though.

 

[shelleyb1969]

Oh my goodness. WWD...I'm in tears right now.

What an absolutely beautiful story, and what a beautiful soul you are.

Foo Dog is so blessed to have you, and you her.

You have just given me a story that I will always remember. I just can't describe the feelings I have right now.

 

[Yard full o' rocks]

Cher....the world needs MORE good people like you out there! You definitely have earned a star for your crown

 

[joletabey]

Foo Dog is beautiful, Cher,and so are you for all you do for these animals. All of our dogs and cats are rescues in some way,shape or form. My DH says he has never yet in his life been able to go pick out a dog somewhere, strays just find him. My two oldest horses are 26 and 27 and will be my beautiful lawn ornaments till they drop - they worked hard for me all their lives and deserve their retirement.

Scott, keep your hand in God's - he's walking you toward that door!

Cetawin, that is some dream and I'm really glad it's only a dream. I'll keep my eye on the NC roads- if I follow him east, what do I do to him when he hits the coast?

 

[Cetawin]

Beth...keep pushing him but grab the red tabby cat first...I love him.