The "get to 1,000 pages before 12/31/12" thread

[Disco Hen]

Hi, lol uh, hows everyone

 

[Toro]

I am good thank you how are you?

 

[Magic Birdie]

AAAAAAHH I'm booorrereeddd

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Hm, I feel like a ghost...haunting this thread, lol. I hope it reaches 1000 pages.

 

[Chicksandhorses]

Random random gaah! ok im going to see my chicks now bye!

 

[Chicken Frenzie]

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I <3 chickens I <3 rabbits I <3 LIFE! Hehahahehahehaehehaeaheh. <--- Whoa.... I'm so bored. I just had these cherry candies ----- AMAZING!!!!!!!!!

 

[Wishing4Wings]

Tell me about your favorite chicken. (or duck, or turkey, or bunny, or ....)

 

[Chicken Frenzie]

Well I had a Checkered Giant doe, Charlette. She was my baby. Like, no one understands how much we were connected. (That probably sounds really weird) but we loved each other. Well, Charlette had kits with my other rabbit, Skittles (American Chinchilla). I was SO happy! I could keep a baby Charlette, my baby. Well, on day 2 of life for my baby Char's, Charlette's body could take the stress of having 11 kits for her first litter, and passed away. I was so devasted, my baby was gone. I couldn't even say goodbye. The last thing I said to her was "I'll see you in the morning, Momma". And I didn't get to. (Ahh... I'm crying now...) So my mom and I took the day off to feed the kits KMR, and find a foster home. WE were feeding them, and had them inside, and we needed to feed the skinniest ones first since they didn't have milk for a whole night. Just for fun, there was the squirmy pink one I playfully nicknamed "Pinky". She was the pinkest one of them all. Well, after I fed her, I put Pinky under some old PJ's in the other nest box. We fed most of them, and went outside to tell my dad we found a home who would foster them all. After, I ran inside and the box was dumped over, their were bloody kits on the ground... screaming. (That is the WORST noise ever...

) Our black labs had found them. I felt so dumb... Like a wimp, I ran into my parents' room screaming since the only thing I had left of my Charlette were all dead. My dad got the kits all into a box, and then my dad held me... my mom was about to throw away the old PJ's and something squirmed. She opened the PJ's and found 5 alive, scared babies. She ran and got me, and we hurried and got my other mother, Brownie, and had the kits feed off of her. These kits weren't hurt since they were the most burried into the PJ's since I fed them first. Pinky was alive.... she was okay! Well, we fostered off the 5 kits to the lady, and 2 died. They were just dead internally... they couldn't survive without milk for a whole night... none of them should've! Well, June 1st I got them back. It was Pinky... the whitest one, with pink ears. The other two had more markings. We checked to see if they were boys or girls (I could only keep girls at that time) and Pinky was the only girl...
I currently have Pinky and one of her brothers, (He's for sale )Pinky Charlette -- Fate. Plain fate.

 

[Wishing4Wings]

Sounds like it was meant to be that Pinkie survived through all the tragedy. She will be even more special because of it.

We had a Flemish Giant named Sherman (after the tank!) and he was a family favorite. Unfortunately, he had been stepped on by the mother right after birth and his ribs had been broken or something. He was crooked and had a caved in side, but we didn't care because he was so goofy and friendly. Unfortunately, he only lived for two years and died of kidney failure. We gave him the best life we could (much better than where he came from, considering the crushing - 5 of his litter mates died- AND the ear mites he got at that home). Even though the time was short, we have wonderful memories and I'm glad for the experience.

 

[Chicken Frenzie]

Oh, I'm sorry about Sherman. But it sounds like he had a wonderful home!