*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Alaskan]

Yep... That is my fear

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Oh come on Alaskan, you act like you've never had your arm up the south end of a heifer before.

 

[Alaskan]

I have actually... Up to my armpit, many more times than once.


That is why I know to want to

 

[Bunnylady]

BB2K and I have had a busy couple of days, doing the Easter Bunny stuff. This year our 'rock star' Blondie had a buddy - Butter, a Serama rooster.

Butter was a little nervous about meeting the public up close and personal; he distracted himself during the journey by watching videos on BB2K's phone.

 

[Alaskan]

How the bleebyness did you get the rooster to stay put?

 

[Bunnylady]

He's a very people-friendly chicken; he actually spent most of the time perched on someone's arm like a pet parrot. It was BB2K's idea to bring him; he was pretty much underfoot while we were getting loaded up, so he got to come along. She put a cat harness and lead on him just in case he wigged out - we didn't want to be chasing a chicken next to one of the busiest streets in Wilmington. We needn't have worried; he was very calm about the whole thing.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Happy Easter all! I hate all holidays, as you know...but this year we played host to a friend and her 6 special needs children. I stuffed and MFB hid around 500 eggs. Was a very enjoyable time. I could maybe do that again.



Bunny, is this a horse of a different color?

 

[Bunnylady]

500 eggs? That is almost an adventure by itself.

When my kids were little, we went to our church's Easter Egg Hunt one time. Too many kids; even before they got "sugared up," it was pandemonium, and waaaay too much for us sensitive souls.

After that, we held our own egg hunts at home, with maybe a couple of friends. We even did them in the house when the weather was too nasty outside. The kids enjoyed them so much, they even talked me into hiding eggs when I didn't have anything to stuff them with - just figuring out where I'd hidden them was a rewarding enough game for them (for example, if you put a blue egg on top of a blue book, it can be hidden in plain sight)


But yes, The Blonde is definitely a horse of a different color - at least partly. I'm not about to try a whole body dye job, but that fluffy white mane and tail just seem to be asking to be played with, and Blondie is such a good sport about it (she gets 'paid' in carrots, so it works for her!)

 

[Alaskan]

I would take leghorn eggs, stand at the front door, and chunk the eggs out into the snow.


Perfect.

 

[Bunnylady]

I would take leghorn eggs, stand at the front door, and chunk the eggs out into the snow.


Perfect.

It's funny you say that - I have three Leghorn x hens that have been bad about eating their eggs - I was only getting maybe one egg per day from them, and that one often had yolk on it. They have been moved to a cage that has a white plastic bin that was re-purposed as a nest box in it. You can barely see the eggs in there, and maybe the hens have the same problem, because suddenly I am getting a lot more eggs from them!