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The chickens quickly discovered that young Human-Things tend to be even more silly and odd than older Human-Things. Mills the Rooster-Mama of the guinea Brat Pack had grown up as the 9-year-old Human-Thing's pet, but upon learning to crow, was supposed to stop coming in the house. It is unknown whether or not Mills would have stayed out of the house if left to his own devices, but he had an accomplice in his young Human-Thing. And so it was that one morning the mother Human-Thing discovered that the young Human-Thing was secretly having chicken for breakfast!



In his time since hatching, Mills had developed a taste for human food, and although he was growing into a wily, free-ranging rooster, he had no complaint with sitting quietly on the young Human-Thing's lap (in hopes of avoiding detection by the mother Human-Thing) and being fed delicious scraps. Often enough the mother Human-Thing never knew about Mills' visits which brought great glee to the young human-thing. On this particular morning, Mills presence was detected when, unable to resist just one more bite of tortilla slathered in apple-butter, he peeked his head up and started nibbling the edge of the young Human-Thing's breakfast.


Busted!

It didn't help that all four guineas were standing on the steps looking in the glass door and making a racket that would put a fire engine siren to shame. (Nothing like being "outed" by your own children!)

His crop filled with apple-butter covered gluten products, the rooster was gently escorted to the door to be let out. Of course the minute the door was opened, the Human-Things were rushed by a flock of guineas. It took a few more moments for the Human-Things to chase the fussy, flustered flock back out the door, and then all was calm again.
 
Bulldogma said:
The chickens quickly discovered that young Human-Things tend to be even more silly and odd than older Human-Things. Mills the Rooster-Mama of the guinea Brat Pack had grown up as the 9-year-old Human-Thing's pet, but upon learning to crow, was supposed to stop coming in the house. It is unknown whether or not Mills would have stayed out of the house if left to his own devices, but he had an accomplice in his young Human-Thing. And so it was that one morning the mother Human-Thing discovered that the young Human-Thing was secretly having chicken for breakfast!



In his time since hatching, Mills had developed a taste for human food, and although he was growing into a wily, free-ranging rooster, he had no complaint with sitting quietly on the young Human-Thing's lap (in hopes of avoiding detection by the mother Human-Thing) and being fed delicious scraps. Often enough the mother Human-Thing never knew about Mills' visits which brought great glee to the young human-thing. On this particular morning, Mills presence was detected when, unable to resist just one more bite of tortilla slathered in apple-butter, he peeked his head up and started nibbling the edge of the young Human-Thing's breakfast.


Busted!

It didn't help that all four guineas were standing on the steps looking in the glass door and making a racket that would put a fire engine siren to shame. (Nothing like being "outed" by your own children!)

His crop filled with apple-butter covered gluten products, the rooster was gently escorted to the door to be let out. Of course the minute the door was opened, the Human-Things were rushed by a flock of guineas. It took a few more moments for the Human-Things to chase the fussy, flustered flock back out the door, and then all was calm again.
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There's an old saying that goes, "Birds of a feather stick together." Nothing could have been more true when it came to Coral and Lady Silvia, the two Lavender Orpingtons. Now I'm not talking about the Velcro kind of sticking together, for that would be a bit clumsy. And if one had more than two or three birds "of a feather," it could possibly turn into a big, clumpy train wreck of a flock! How ever would such a stuck mass of chickens fit through a coop door? And just think of the noise as they are separated! No, I'm talking about sticking together in a proverbial sense... and chickens are known for their scents!

Being naturally much larger, and in possession of far more ruffled petticoats than the athletic Swedish pullets, Coral and Lady Silvia saw no point in trying to keep up with their quick, energetic flock members. As a result, the two Orpingtons spent most of their time gossiping under this tree or that. If both were inclined to forage for a squirming or scuttling snack, they did it together.



The first matter of business was to find just the right place and prepare for "Synchronized Foraging." Once the starting point was agreed upon, the ballet began:



The curtains rise upon our two rotund beauties. As the music of the breezes pick up, the two, who somewhat resemble baby elephants in tutus, begin to dip and twirl in perfect harmony.



They certainly know that any audience would be mesmerized by their blinding beauty and amazing skill. Together they snatch up matching crickets and lift their heads in victory (and to get those wiggling critters down into their crops) and continue on as the breeze taps out a score.



Each step, each scratch and peck is carefully thought out. The placement of each bluish-gray foot is always "just so." Never in the history of domestic fowl have there been two more beautiful chicken-butts! It's like... poetry... or poultry... in motion!



The music lifts to a crescendo and the two run together (but only for a few seconds because fancy, rotund English ladies simply don't run for more than a few steps... and survive).



And as the ladies' imaginary audience goes wild, they strut proudly off the stage... and instantly fall asleep under the nearest tree!



But please don't expect an encore from these two... they're still asleep! After all - it takes time to recover from being awesome!
 
Bulldogma said:
There's an old saying that goes, "Birds of a feather stick together." Nothing could have been more true when it came to Coral and Lady Silvia, the two Lavender Orpingtons. Now I'm not talking about the Velcro kind of sticking together, for that would be a bit clumsy. And if one had more than two or three birds "of a feather," it could possibly turn into a big, clumpy train wreck of a flock! How ever would such a stuck mass of chickens fit through a coop door? And just think of the noise as they are separated! No, I'm talking about sticking together in a proverbial sense... and chickens are known for their scents!

Being naturally much larger, and in possession of far more ruffled petticoats than the athletic Swedish pullets, Coral and Lady Silvia saw no point in trying to keep up with their quick, energetic flock members. As a result, the two Orpingtons spent most of their time gossiping under this tree or that. If both were inclined to forage for a squirming or scuttling snack, they did it together.



The first matter of business was to find just the right place and prepare for "Synchronized Foraging." Once the starting point was agreed upon, the ballet began:



The curtains rise upon our two rotund beauties. As the music of the breezes pick up, the two, who somewhat resemble baby elephants in tutus, begin to dip and twirl in perfect harmony.



They certainly know that any audience would be mesmerized by their blinding beauty and amazing skill. Together they snatch up matching crickets and lift their heads in victory (and to get those wiggling critters down into their crops) and continue on as the breeze taps out a score.



Each step, each scratch and peck is carefully thought out. The placement of each bluish-gray foot is always "just so." Never in the history of domestic fowl have there been two more beautiful chicken-butts! It's like... poetry... or poultry... in motion!



The music lifts to a crescendo and the two run together (but only for a few seconds because fancy, rotund English ladies simply don't run for more than a few steps... and survive).



And as the ladies' imaginary audience goes wild, they strut proudly off the stage... and instantly fall asleep under the nearest tree!



But please don't expect an encore from these two... they're still asleep! After all - it takes time to recover from being awesome!
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They sure are pretty. And lady like.
 
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Halloween is different when one lives on a farm. The Human-Things weren't actually expecting anyone to stop by, but came prepared when there was a knock at the door.



One can be certain that this is the only house that gives out dried meal worms to trick-or-treaters!
 
Bulldogma said:
Halloween is different when one lives on a farm. The Human-Things weren't actually expecting anyone to stop by, but came prepared when there was a knock at the door.



One can be certain that this is the only house that gives out dried meal worms to trick-or-treaters!
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That is just too cute and they have ready made costumes. they all came as aliens .
 

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