Troyergals Chat Thread!!!

[PeepersMama]

So I'm sitting in the dining took when I hear one of my chickens growling. Yes, my chickens growl. So I race out back to see a juvenile red-tail hawk take off from atop the chicken coop, something tan clutched in its talons- still alive, because the thing was screeching. Me, unrealistic Sarah, takes off after it, no shoes, believing that it's a chicken and I could somehow rescue it from the inevitable clutched of death. Being that it's a juvenile, it's small enough that it's having a hard time flying and is therefore only maybe 5 feet off the ground. I bolt after it into the woods, paying absolutely no heed to logic. Keeping it in my sights somehow, I run, and run, and run, and run...
Until the thing lands and starts feasting on its SQUIRREL.

Guess how far I chased the thing?
Almost four miles through solid woodlands. In no shoes.

I would have done the same thing lol

 

[CuzChickens]

Sarah. Wow. That is hilarious... The things we do for our ''chickens''

 

[dan26552]

That's a long drive. I'll go see Sarah first.

 

[dan26552]

So I'm sitting in the dining took when I hear one of my chickens growling. Yes, my chickens growl. So I race out back to see a juvenile red-tail hawk take off from atop the chicken coop, something tan clutched in its talons- still alive, because the thing was screeching. Me, unrealistic Sarah, takes off after it, no shoes, believing that it's a chicken and I could somehow rescue it from the inevitable clutched of death. Being that it's a juvenile, it's small enough that it's having a hard time flying and is therefore only maybe 5 feet off the ground. I bolt after it into the woods, paying absolutely no heed to logic. Keeping it in my sights somehow, I run, and run, and run, and run...
Until the thing lands and starts feasting on its SQUIRREL.

Guess how far I chased the thing?
Almost four miles through solid woodlands. In no shoes.

Wow.

 

[HeavensHens88]

So I'm sitting in the dining took when I hear one of my chickens growling. Yes, my chickens growl. So I race out back to see a juvenile red-tail hawk take off from atop the chicken coop, something tan clutched in its talons- still alive, because the thing was screeching. Me, unrealistic Sarah, takes off after it, no shoes, believing that it's a chicken and I could somehow rescue it from the inevitable clutched of death. Being that it's a juvenile, it's small enough that it's having a hard time flying and is therefore only maybe 5 feet off the ground. I bolt after it into the woods, paying absolutely no heed to logic. Keeping it in my sights somehow, I run, and run, and run, and run...
Until the thing lands and starts feasting on its SQUIRREL.

Guess how far I chased the thing?
Almost four miles through solid woodlands. In no shoes.

Wow.

I actually thought about bringing my gun with me for about two seconds.
Yup, and probably landed myself in juvie while I was at it...

 

[PeepersMama]

Four miles..... Barefoot....... *dies*

 

[ChickenMama6RIR]

Yeah, most were oak snakes and ate my eggs, they are no more, one was over 6' long. Saw a couple coppers and a rattler.

Woah! That's a long snake.

I just heard four successive bangs from the lower bunk...my sister is banking her head in her sleep.

I fo that sometimes... But on the wall.. HARD

 

[dan26552]

Oh, I wanted to tell you guys, if the ducks continue to lay and no one moves or strikes again I should have just under 30 eggs to pop in the cooker! around nine should be Big Mama's if she doesn't take a day or two off.


Interesting thing I've started to see a pattern with is the egg laying, they'll start laying and the eggs will be giant, 70-80 grams and as they continue to lay they'll get smaller, 50-40 grams, when they hit that size they takes a week or two off and when they start back up the eggs are big again. I don't know why. It take four or five months for the size to drop. I thought it was supposed to be the other way round?

 

[ChickenMama6RIR]

So I'm sitting in the dining took when I hear one of my chickens growling. Yes, my chickens growl. So I race out back to see a juvenile red-tail hawk take off from atop the chicken coop, something tan clutched in its talons- still alive, because the thing was screeching. Me, unrealistic Sarah, takes off after it, no shoes, believing that it's a chicken and I could somehow rescue it from the inevitable clutched of death. Being that it's a juvenile, it's small enough that it's having a hard time flying and is therefore only maybe 5 feet off the ground. I bolt after it into the woods, paying absolutely no heed to logic. Keeping it in my sights somehow, I run, and run, and run, and run...
Until the thing lands and starts feasting on its SQUIRREL.

Guess how far I chased the thing?
Almost four miles through solid woodlands. In no shoes.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Four miles..... Barefoot....... *dies*

You can't even imagine how many thorns are embedded in my heels I can't even pry out.