The Fuzzy-Butt Thundering herd of Wisco

THAT WAS HILLARIOUS!!!!
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My 9 year old was sitting here and I, a reading teacher, was reading it to her....the first part of the story I read with the proper drama to my voice, then the 2nd part, her and I were laughing so hard, I was literally crying!!!! THANK YOU!! Keep writing...you have a gift!!!
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trust me you DONT wana know how the chickens react to a hawk the BAD way, right know my dad is out getting some string to cover the run because we have ben visited by a hawk TWICE IN THE SAME DAY! just remembering their frantic screams makes me worry.
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my dad chased off the hawk while throwing rocks at it.

still loven the stories though.
 
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Aj, your journaling is done very well! You have really captured your chickens growing up!! You will be a great parent one day if that is what is in store for you!! My friends and family think I am crazy too!!! Must be a common chicken frenzy!!! I just have half an acre in the middle of a city. It seems like a lot when I look at the neighbors across the street, who can mow thier lawn in less than an hour. I wish I had a bit more time to document my chickens as you have done, however, with 4 kids its been difficult to get out there and just do some chicken watching!! Had our city passed the ordinance before summer, I could have had a little more time to do such an awesome thing!! However, with school starting (we homeschool) I just haven't been able to spend time out there. Although, my children have. I love to just read stories like these you have posted. I have found that more interesting, than say your thread about going to the fair, and the rude comments you have gotten. This is much more uplifting and positive. I have been shocked at the negativity some of these crazy chicken obsessed people have!! Everyone has to begin somewhere, I hope your fair turns out well. The older you get the more experience you will receive and be able to show beautiful birds!! Enjoy your youth!!

Check my website... www.hangartnerhouse.blogspot.com You can meet a little bit of my 6 girl flock there!! Your chicken tractor turned out great!!!
 
Today at 6 am, I woke up and got ready for a chicken bath of epic proportions. I put a bucket with dog shampoo and water in the bathtub, and another bucket with just water next to it. I had an old towel and rag ready. I went outside and picked my baby girl up off her roost. I took her inside and, gently as I could, plopped her into the bucket of soapy water.
I expected a struggle. I expected a fight. I expect my parents to be woken up by a soaking wet psyco chicken racing around the house screaming. This was not the case.
She stood still, warm water up to her shoulders. Just stood there. And then you know what she did? She started happy hen clucking! She liked it!
I dumped water over her back and where she wasnt soaked and she just stood there the whole time! When that was done, I picked her out of there and plopped her in the rinsing bucket. Again she stood and clucked. After she was rinsed off, I picked her up and wrapped her in a towel and dryed her off, all the while thinking, "I cant believe that I am bathing a chicken at 6 in the morning..."
After that, I rubbed baby oil on her comb and legs to make them look good. I trimmed her toenails a little bit, and let her loose back in the run.
After school, my dad came with her in a cat carrier. We went to the fair and got her checked in. And do you know whats sad? The lady who told me where to put her thoguht she was a bantam... sad sad stuff. More tommarow.
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Yesterday i recieved word that the actual judging of the chickens is at 9:00 am tommarow (Saturday)

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Of course I must be present for it. I am not at my best in the mornings. In fact, I could sleep in till 4:00 pm if the parents just let me.

This gonna go so well...
I currently feel awful because my baby is in a cage in between two ugly ginormous white roosters, in a big shed full of clucking crowing crying chickens, and some round fuzzy things that she has never seen before! They are called bunnies.
And I am not there for her! Tommarow I am gonna walk in there, scoop her up, and give her a big hug. I hope she remembers and forgives me...

All this stressful crap had better be worth it...
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I raised a chicken for three whole months. I got up at six to give her a bath. I got out of school just to drive her over to v-town. I woke up at 7 so I could show her. What do I get for it?

a silly little white ribbon...

Thats right, a white ribbon. I dont know what place i got, but i know that its not good. I was judged yesterday. First I had to wait in line with a bunch of other people with chickens in their arms. When it was my turn, I handed her to the judge and he started asking questions:
What are these feathers called?
What breed is this?
How old is she?
What do you call a young female chicken?
What do you call and older female chicken?
What is this body part?
Where does this breed originate?
What was the original purpose of this breed?
Do you know what a disqualification is?
"Well you see, this chicken has a disqualification."
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WHAT?!!!!
Yup, a disqualification. Turns out, her little poor excuse for a rose comb has a problem. That little horn type thing in the back. It was pointed in. Its supposed to be pointed out. DANG!

And get theis! He took points off, because I wasnt wearing white!
I was wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. How the HECK wa I supposed to know that this process was all fancy wansy?! Stupid picky judge...

So I went and rode rides for an hour. Then I had to come back again. This time, they were judging THE CHICKEN, not me.

"As I pointed out to this young lady earlier, this here chicken has a disqualification." He explained... to the around 20 people in the arena, while i stood next to him looking at the ceiling.
"So I have got to give you a white ribbon on this one."

Dang... I took my baby girl out of his hands, I took my white ribbon, and I sauntered out of that little arena thinking about how much fun I would have now that this is over. When I go to her little quarters, I gave her a big hug and put her i her little cage. She strutted over to the corner and preened herself. Her big white rooster friend strutted over and clucked. I hope she still has feelings for Mister Roo.

In her and my mind, my pretty little striped showgirl got first place that day. She was prettier than any other of theose stupid standard sized birds there. I saw a ugly loud RIR that had a blue ribbon tied to its cage. It made me a tad angry...

No matter what Miss DOmonique, you will aways be beautiful in my eyes.
I love you gorgeous, cant wait for you to come home tommarow!
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