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Lucky girl, got her nails AND hair did! :gig

:yuckyuck  :gig

Chicka, I guess only us Alabama belles thought that was funny..... maybe everyone else thought I really said it that way and were being polite!  :lau

Oh, I was snickering too, trust me. I have worked with plenty of people over the years with -shall we say - colloquial speech mannerisms (some of which I borrow when a moment calls for it).

I brought one of my flock Silkie mixes inside today, to reside in a cage with its own feed and water. It's been terribly bullied and possibly forcibly mated so that it's not too strong on its legs. "Beep" has been able to make it in and out of the coop each day, has a favorite cover spot to rest, but when a pullet' pecked it in he head today right in front of me when it was trying to drink fresh water, I decided enough was enough. Beep isn't too sure about being caged, but that's the way it's gonna be until it gains some weight and the weather is cooler. Beep may be a cockerel, too young to tell yet. Surely too far down the pecking order to have anything to crow about, anyway.

Escrow closes two weeks from today. The seller removed the wrought iron gate on Saturday, tying a rope across the entrance in its place. Yup, a rope. I bought a heavy duty chain and two locks to secure the opening; my real estate broker has a set of the keys in case somebody needs access before I actually own the property.

The seller had told my broker he wanted to take the gate "when escrow closed" (probably to pay some workers with that money) but she simply told him, "When escrow closes, that gate is hers. Either take it, or leave it but do it soon. Be sure to chain the opening to prevent unauthorized vehicular access to the property."

The agent listing the property had been out of town all weekend and called my broker today to report she'd driven by the property to see the gate was gone, replaced with a "very nice" metal chain. Leedy told her the actual situation.

I might have overdone it lately, because today has been a fibro day. At least I got a lot of stuff cleared out of the DVR between naps....
 
Crap! I've been gone a long time,if Linda is moving again??? Gotta go back and start reading!!!
 
We used 4x6 welded wire and treated fence posts the top we used wood on the hen run on top of the fence posts and in the rooster run DH used some pipe he had laying around to keep the top up high enough so we can walk thru the runs. We also used some heavy duty rubberized tarp over part of the hen run to protect them from the weather or sun. 

Great job, thumbs up to you and hubby! I know you'll enjoy the setup. Chirp
 
That comment has a recent history with me. Last weekend, our youngest son was running in a cross country meet and we decided to take our dog, Paisley. She is about 12 pounds of energy and attitude and has only had her "big brother" (a 90 lb black lab that lets her dominate him because he is just happy to have a girl dog on the place!) Her idea of playing with him is ricocheting off his head while snarling and growling like she really could whoop his butt! He is gentle and patient and tolerant of her, no matter how irritating she makes herself.

Anyway, we came across a couple walking their two dogs. One was a 165lb Great Dane and the other was a 185 English Mastiff. Paisley was straining at the leash to go visit them and I guess I was looking concerned, because the couple immediately began assuring me that the dogs were well socialized to people and pets and were completely under control. I was just about to explain that she would likely have very bad manners due to her "brother" spoiling her when she crawled her way up under the chest of the Great Dane. That dog bent it's neck so that it could smell Paisley and immediately covered her head with a long, pendulous, strand of foamy slobber. The couple were horrified and began to apologize profusely. Our little dog looked at me as if waiting to see if this was okay and I said, "OH Look, Paisley, you got your hair did!!" The couple, who seemed well educated and to have impeccable manners, froze for an instant, and looked at me. I smiled slightly and the lady burst out laughing. Her husband was not as sure but he ended up laughing out loud as well. I started to ask what was so funny, but decided not to be mean. I assured them is was fine, chuckled, and wiped her head off on my shirt.
 
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That comment has a recent history with me.  Last weekend, our youngest son was running in a cross country meet and we decided to take our dog, Paisley.  She is about 12 pounds of energy and attitude and has only had her "big brother" (a 90 lb black lab that lets her dominate him because he is just happy to have a girl dog on the place!)  Her idea of playing with him is ricocheting off his head while snarling and growling like she really could whoop his butt!  He is gentle and patient and tolerant of her, no matter how irritating she makes herself.

Anyway, we came across a couple walking their two dogs.  One was a 165lb Great Dane and the other was a 185 English Mastiff.  Paisley was straining at the leash to go visit them and I guess I was looking concerned, because the couple immediately began assuring me that the dogs were well socialized to people and pets and were completely under control.  I was just about to explain that she would likely have very bad manners due to her "brother" spoiling her when she crawled her way up under the chest of the Great Dane.  That dog bent it's neck so that it could smell Paisley and immediately covered her head with a long, pendulous, strand of foamy slobber.  The couple were horrified and began to apologize profusely.  Our little dog looked at me as if waiting to see if this was okay and I said, "OH Look, Paisley, you got your hair did!!"  The couple, who seemed well educated and to have impeccable manners, froze for an instant, and looked at me.  I smiled slightly and the lady burst out laughing.  Her husband was not as sure but he ended up laughing out loud as well.  I started to ask what was so funny, but decided not to be mean.  I assured them is was fine, chuckled, and wiped her head off on my shirt.
:lau :thumbsup Chirp
 
Crap! I've been gone a long time,if Linda is moving again??? Gotta go back and start reading!!!
*I* am not moving (yet) but my flock is going to be relocated. I found various properties and this is the second in escrow; the first one fell out when the elderly owners decided not to sell. This property is 8.26 rugged acres with a well, pump, power, and a small, one room cabin on it. Five miles from my home, all paved roadway. I am tired of re-homing and/or sending roosters away for processing because of the neighbors. We had agreed upon two roosters but - darn it, those broody hens keep hatching cockerels! So does my incubator, for that matter. :rolleyes: Carl and the senior hens will stay here but everybody else will move. Well, the non-roosting silkies might stay here, too. I gave a copy of Building Chicken Coops for Dummies to John the contractor today, letting him know he just needed to see the Walk-In Coop chapter. We will be using that one as a general template for coop(s). I plan on getting serious about egg sales, and maybe even a little actual breeding of real chicken breeds. I have some very nice Orps and Speckled Sussex youngsters from the Easter Hatch. The LONG term plan may be to move there in a few years, selling this property. Or not.
 
Hey Wisher1000, heard anything from Wisher2000 lately??
Has the name changed and I just missed it? Thinking it was a friend of your's just coming online with BYC from what I remember. It's been a while, been meaning to ask you.
Chirp
 
Thank you so much for the update. The property sounds AWESOME, and I can't wait to see pics of it and the cabin (unless you have already posted them, then I'lll go find them). Your life is never dull, Linda, that's for sure. How is John these days? : )

Crap. I forgot to quote Linda's last post so people will know what the heck I'm talking about! Sorry.
 
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