The Evolution of Atlas: A Breeding (and Chat) Thread

[1muttsfan]

That is just ignorant. Fortunate for the dog you were there, though.

 

[speckledhen]

That is just ignorant. Fortunate for the dog you were there, though.

+1

 

[speckledhen]

Tessa/Teddy/Whoever

 

[1muttsfan]

I vote Tessa

 

[speckledhen]

I vote Tessa

From your lips... Since I don't see any wattle development at all, I think I'll stick with Tessa, too. I've never known a BR cockerel at 6 1/2 wks to have no wattles whatsoever, pink color or not. I want it so badly for Deacon. I wasn't going to keep any pullets at all after Lizzie, not until a few more of the oldsters had gone on to that Great Roost in the Sky, but when Deacon lost two more of his, it seemed I really needed to do it for him, if for no other reason. Rita is no spring chicken herself so she could kick the bucket and he'd have no one until Isaac was gone and his hens were up for grabs.

 

[holm25]

I vote Tessa!!!!!!!!!!

 

[MistyMountain]

Tessa for me too! Either way s/he sure is beautiful!

 

[drumstick diva]

I think it's Teddy - don't hate me

 

[speckledhen]

I vote Tessa!!!!!!!!!!

Yea!

Tessa for me too! Either way s/he sure is beautiful!

That's three!

I think it's Teddy - don't hate me

Well, if it is, then I guess you win a prize, diva.

 

[speckledhen]

@holm25 , Isaiah, thought you'd especially like these pictures I found while rummaging through a footlocker of pictures from my childhood in my late father's basement. My grandfather's Angus cattle I told you about are in there with glimpses of the farm, my pony and a couple of her foals, my later horse they graduated me to and general whackiness of childhood.

I'm the blonde, my sister Ann is two years younger. I guess these are OEGBs, huh? Notice who is holding the rooster- My rooster obsession started early!



Litter of wild kittens found in the hayloft. Always a fun search !


Okay, the caption on this one has to be funny-this picture must be full of meaning somehow, LOL!

My horse, Robert Redford. My grandfather called him just "Bob". The Angus bull's name was "Bub".

One member of the red and black mule team my grandfather used to plow his fields with, unoriginally named "Black".

My pony Princess with her first foal, Cricket. We sold all the foals, not sure how many there were. I remember one stillborn.

My dad with his Angus on Granddaddy's farm.


Our blue Doberman, Gretchen, with one of her litters.

Princess with her second foal, Sugarbaby. For those who know the Atlanta area, this is in a backyard in the city of Decatur. We boarded her and went to get her on weekends. Dad had a stable built back there for her in the corner of our yard.


Me, after graduating from HS at 16. I rarely goofed off in pictures. That was my sister's thing, making faces.


My adoptive mother in her Marine uniform next to her mother. Very few photos exist of her mother. She was feisty, always chasing my tree-climbing sister with a stick, threatening to come up after her if she didn't get down RIGHT THIS SECOND.




There are hundreds of photos but these are the ones I had time to scan.