The Swedish HenHouse Sister-Wives of P. County

[Miss Lydia]

Really ugly aliens!



One thing's for sure... I wouldn't want to wake up in the middle of the night with that staring down at me!

They do have a face Only a mother could love, and a daughter.

 

[rosewolf22002]

Yeah we have 6 acres in the sticks. Lots of snakes! That is sad only one girl. I have mostly girls. We have seen them eat one snake and lost another to a snake.

 

[Melabella]

Eagerly awaiting the new chapter.... Love Your Stuff!

MB

 

[Bulldogma]

Having fared well through the outer bands of Hurricane Sandy... and by "fared well" I mean "holed up like a bunch of sissies," the birds were ready to get back out to free ranging!





It took the sun a couple days to gather the courage to show his bright face around southern Virginia, but when he did, the birds took full advantage, sprawling out like teens on a beach, stretching this leg or that to ensure the proper amount of rays were absorbed. Wings were held out like open umbrellas to gather as much of the sun's heat as possible. There were squabbles over the sunniest areas with much clucking and flapping.



Perhaps one reason Swedish Flower Hens developed as a strong landrace bird (or perhaps a result of developing in a truly Darwinist manner) is the natural camouflage provided by their lovely, multicolored feathers. "No Mr. Hawk! Nothing down here but a flock of foraging foliage!"

"So if you're going to swoop down and try to nab someone, try it on them... provided you think you'll be able to carry off a flapping, clucking Volkswagen Beetle."



Ensign Millie, activate cloaking device... Now!


(Millie isn't a real SFH, and does not play one on TV... because she's content being a fluffy, round Mille Fleur Bantam Cochin.)

One day the Human-Thing did something that created much excitement through the flock! It brought a saddle out on the front porch to clean it. For those of you who don't know, saddles are large pieces of dead cow that are strapped to the backs of live horses so that the Human-Things may perch atop the great animals... the point of which is unknown. The Human-Things don't bother to crow or roost while they are perching. They just... perch... ....silly Human-Things!

As usual, Gunnar was the first to inspect the new happenings, and the rest of the flock followed closely behind. Human-Things may not know it, but the help of a flock of young chickens is necessary when doing anything the chickens have not seen before. Unfortunately the Human-Thing was well underway in its cleaning endeavors when Gunnar discovered it.

But... when the chickens did discover it - oh the joy! First, at least 3 flock members had to jump on top of the hunk of dead cow while two flock members went to inspect the filthy water in a small bucket. Another flock member tramped through the lotion-like saddle soap and then tracked white, saddle soap footprints across the front porch. All this time the Human-Thing was trying to prevent Gunnar and Elinor from tasting the glycerin-based soap which looked a lot like the yummy Greek yogurt the Human-Thing often fed them.

The chickens thought this was a wonderful game of "chase" and took turns doing something that was sure to get them chased and fussed at. Oh the joy of a wonderful new game! What fun it was to see the Human-Thing flapping it's long, bald tentacles like wings and making all kinds of funny noises from the hole where it's beak should have been.

Silly Human-Thing! If it didn't want the flock's help, it should have left it's old hunk of dead cow inside the house!

I'm quite certain the Human-Thing would have snapped dozens of pictures of the entire (and very exciting) event had it's hands not been covered in greasy saddle soap and horse-dirt! As it was, no photos captured the amazing event and you, my dear readers, will be left to use your imaginations.

 

[Melabella]

As a fellow human thing horse rider... I love this latest entry...

Thanks for the smiles, and the imagery..


+++smiles+++


MB

 

[rosewolf22002]

I am also a horse percher and I must say that is funny! We have had chickens watch but never get that involved!

 

[Miss Lydia]

Having fared well through the outer bands of Hurricane Sandy... and by "fared well" I mean "holed up like a bunch of sissies," the birds were ready to get back out to free ranging!





It took the sun a couple days to gather the courage to show his bright face around southern Virginia, but when he did, the birds took full advantage, sprawling out like teens on a beach, stretching this leg or that to ensure the proper amount of rays were absorbed. Wings were held out like open umbrellas to gather as much of the sun's heat as possible. There were squabbles over the sunniest areas with much clucking and flapping.



Perhaps one reason Swedish Flower Hens developed as a strong landrace bird (or perhaps a result of developing in a truly Darwinist manner) is the natural camouflage provided by their lovely, multicolored feathers. "No Mr. Hawk! Nothing down here but a flock of foraging foliage!"

"So if you're going to swoop down and try to nab someone, try it on them... provided you think you'll be able to carry off a flapping, clucking Volkswagen Beetle."



Ensign Millie, activate cloaking device... Now!


(Millie isn't a real SFH, and does not play one on TV... because she's content being a fluffy, round Mille Fleur Bantam Cochin.)

One day the Human-Thing did something that created much excitement through the flock! It brought a saddle out on the front porch to clean it. For those of you who don't know, saddles are large pieces of dead cow that are strapped to the backs of live horses so that the Human-Things may perch atop the great animals... the point of which is unknown. The Human-Things don't bother to crow or roost while they are perching. They just... perch... ....silly Human-Things!

As usual, Gunnar was the first to inspect the new happenings, and the rest of the flock followed closely behind. Human-Things may not know it, but the help of a flock of young chickens is necessary when doing anything the chickens have not seen before. Unfortunately the Human-Thing was well underway in its cleaning endeavors when Gunnar discovered it.

But... when the chickens did discover it - oh the joy! First, at least 3 flock members had to jump on top of the hunk of dead cow while two flock members went to inspect the filthy water in a small bucket. Another flock member tramped through the lotion-like saddle soap and then tracked white, saddle soap footprints across the front porch. All this time the Human-Thing was trying to prevent Gunnar and Elinor from tasting the glycerin-based soap which looked a lot like the yummy Greek yogurt the Human-Thing often fed them.

The chickens thought this was a wonderful game of "chase" and took turns doing something that was sure to get them chased and fussed at. Oh the joy of a wonderful new game! What fun it was to see the Human-Thing flapping it's long, bald tentacles like wings and making all kinds of funny noises from the hole where it's beak should have been.

Silly Human-Thing! If it didn't want the flock's help, it should have left it's old hunk of dead cow inside the house!

I'm quite certain the Human-Thing would have snapped dozens of pictures of the entire (and very exciting) event had it's hands not been covered in greasy saddle soap and horse-dirt! As it was, no photos captured the amazing event and you, my dear readers, will be left to use your imaginations.

Millie sure does blend in. Love this latest saga.

 

[Melabella]

be nice... she is busy with her blog....and kids, and house and animals, and life... she'll give us another chapter soon.....Maybe a Thanksgiving tale.....



Ok..
I'll do some excersizes while I wait.....

Bulldogma!!!

MB

 

[Bulldogma]

The Human-Thing had become distracted. It seemed to be busy worshiping it's electronic box... and when it wasn't worshiping it's electronic box it was perching upon horses. Not crowing, not sleeping... just perching. Human-Things don't fly, you see. If they want to fly, apparently they perch upon a horse on a large piece of dead cow, and let the horse fly for them. What a sad state of affairs it is when one must let another creature fly for you.

These kinds of conundrums had Gunnar scratching his head.



Another mystery that included not only the Human-Things but the canine Mommy and an old, scraggly feline was the mystery of fire. Sometimes the birds would line up just outside the window and witness the odd, fire-worshiping behavior that seemed to be shared among the mammals inside the house.



Uhhhh... Isn't the cat supposed to be in that little bed??

Luckily for the birds, they had plenty of time to sit about on the front porch swing and wonder at the oddities around them, for that is exactly what porch swings are for, of course!



And then one day, Frederic (who used to be Frida) came very close to solving the mystery of the fire. You see, when climbing about on a pile of reclaimed wood, poor Frederic stepped upon a nail. His limp was very evident to the Human-Thing who stood outside watching him and shaking her head as though she had a mite infestation in her ears. That night when all the birds had gone to bed, an odd light shone into the coop. The Human-Thing's teenage son gently pulled Frederic from his perch. As Frederic was asleep, he barely clucked as he was removed from the coop and taken into the house.

Much to Frederic's surprise, he was set in a warm bath of water and Epsom salt. I'm quite sure the Human-Things fully expected Frederic to have a rather loud and flappy reaction to suddenly finding himself standing ankle-deep in water, but it was Frederic's turn to surprise the Human-Things. Instead of squawking and flapping, Frederic sat down, absorbing half the bath into his feathers like a big, chickeny sponge.



After relaxing for quite some time in his warm bath, Frederic was taken out so the Human-Things could inspect his foot. Now that was something to flap about! How cruel of them to take him from his deliciously warm bath! He Clucked his dismay... they had certainly rumpled his feathers! But then they brought out something noisy... something noisy that blew warm air... and within minutes Frederic was asleep with his legs splayed wide and his neck stretched back as far as it would go to get the full advantage of the warm air! Oh... now this was heaven!!

And those Human-Things better watch out next time they have a warm fire, for they are bound to find a cockerel snoozing alongside the cat and dog...

And that, my friends, would be the one time the Human-Thing is unable to find her camera.

(And if you are curious to know what has been so distracting to the Human-Thing, please take a peek at it's new project (by clicking) Natural Chicken Keeping! There's even a giveaway going on this week!)

 

[Melabella]

Happy Thanksgiving to all you Human-Things out there.

I could feel the warmth of the fire, and your stories are lovely!

THank you,

Blessings to your family,
Melabella