The Authentic Scavenger Hunt

[Dona Worry]

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Any sleeping poultry pic

Peri sleeping in my lap!

Next, some fluffy babies!

 

[meetthebubus]

Tada!
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Next, let's see a flock of birds, at least six!
Oops, missed it.

Peri sleeping in my lap!
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Next, some fluffy babies!

Next how about male poultry?

 

[Cyprus]

My surviving cockerel

Next: A picture in memory of a bird you lost

 

[HuffleClaw]

My surviving cockerel
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Next: A picture in memory of a bird you lost

RIP Cosmonaut I miss you dearly. (He was a barred rock mix with Severe Wry Neck). I often cry because I miss him. He was always the first to greet me at the door, bye sweet best friend I miss you!

Next- same hunt, a post in memory of a lost loved fowl.

 

[Cyprus]

I sadly just lost this guy today A skunk killed him and his hen. And the internet says skunks rarely kill chickens -_-
I'm still recovering.
My sweet Yosemite.

Next: Stick with theme if you wish.

 

[WVduckchick]

This is Katherine. One of the first chicks I hatched. She was a beautiful bird and fantastic momma. Lost her to a hawk.

Let’s stay with this theme.

Oh good Cyprus. My pic was loading as you posted.

 

[SueT]

a post in memory of a lost loved fowl

Lady Buffington, on left, snatched by a coyote
Here she is on her 1st birthday with sisters, eating a 'cake' I made for them

Next, if you want to share a bird you lost we can continue the theme
or if not, do you have birthday pic of your birds....

 

[Dona Worry]

Well, I don't have any pictures of my dearly departed boy, but here is his last descendant, Susan.
My first, and most beloved rooster was King Louis XIII. I was 4 years old when I named him, with no interest in history, so whonknows where I got the name. He was not unlike a golden cuckoo maran in color, and BIG. I used to carry him by wrapping my fat little arms around his middle, and holding him, feet sticking straight out in front of me.
He was absurdly tolerant, and it is all my fault the farm had feral chickens as long as we did, because (as my mother tells it) when they decided to cull all the roos I stuffed him inside my jacket and tied a piece of string around the outside like a belt and CRIED. It takes a hard soul indeed to pry your child's pet from her arms and whack it's head off, and my parents are not hard souls. He survived every mass cull, protected by my overbearing adoration.
When I was five or six, I fell asleep in the garden one chilly fall night, looking for tomatoes to share. As was my custom, I had King Louis XIII stuffed down my coat.
My mother still likes to relate how, when she found me, terrified beyond reason searching for her missing baby, I sat up sleepily and THAT DANG ROOSTER stuck his head out of my collar and crowed!
He lived until I was 12, and came running when called to the very end.
He was a fine, fine boy, and I remember him fondly every time I hear a rooster crow.

Lets keep this theme, it's a good one.

 

[Cyprus]

My late D'Uccle hen, also lost today.
She was a sweetheart and served as the source of joy for many small children and special needs individuals. I miss her dearly. So, so much She's still missing, presumed dead, but I hold out hope I may find her alive.

Next: Keep with the theme

 

[1goose2ducks]

My lovely little duck Whilma who passed away a week before her eggs were supposed to hatch. We never found out why.