Winter election: Flock President

[chicken3fly]

has any one seen a USB plug?

 

[Starburst]

Hi, everyone! My name is Jasmine, and I’m an Australorp. Though I am a hen and not a rooster, I have a story of strength and hope to tell to all: About a year ago, I was brutally attacked by a dog, almost all of my feathers gone from the attack and large, open wounds. But the hardest part for me was that I couldn’t walk. I was taken to the vet, and they pronounced my right leg to have severe nerve damage, and that I would never walk again. This was devastating news to me. Not only would I have to endure terrible pain, but I would never run around with my flock again, never stand in the soil, scratching happily for bugs. I was taken home and well cared for in my caretaker’s house. Every day, they put a syringe in my beak and had me swallow bitter medicine. I sat in a little basket for weeks. My caretaker would do all sorts of exercises with me, to help me as best as she could. Then, one day, when she took me outside to smell the fresh air, as she did every day, I looked around, then took flight from my basket, landing in a garden with a thump. I then proceeded to take a dust-bath. This surprised both of us, and gave us each a new hope. A few days later, my caretaker set me on the floor, holding me upright on my good leg, strengthening it. Within a few weeks, I was hopping on my leg around the room, as fast as I could go. I fell a few times and stumbled, but I was getting around! As winter came, I was able to get around quite easily on my one leg, but the flock despised seeing me and attacked me brutally every chance they got. So my caretaker built me a beautiful shelter complete with twinkly lights. I stayed in it through the blustery winter, and by spring, I had started to do the unthinkable - I was using my other leg! I would take a step gingerly, then limp forward. I was still very slow at walking, but I was walking! Gradually, my flock accepted me back, and now I live with them happily, free-ranging on the sunny days, scratching around. And while I still have a severe limp, I have come a long way.
Whenever new chicks come around and join the flock, I make sure to treat them with love and kindness, remembering how my flock used to treat me, and never wanting this to happen to these innocent little ones. I will even step in and take the blow for the bottom of the pecking order. I strive to treat everyone with kindness, I try to make every voice heard. For once upon a time I was considered a lost cause - but now I am strong. I know what it’s like to be an outcast. I know what it’s like to be forgotten. And if I am chosen, I will do my very best to make you never feel like that again. But regardless, I hope my story has brought you hope and comfort, and encouraged you to stand up. Literally. Thanks!

 

[chicken3fly]

has any one seen a USB plug?

Ok found it!

that is penny, stripes' BFF (She is always with her!) Breed: Starts with a p

 

[chicken3fly]

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Hi, everyone! My name is Jasmine, and I’m an Australorp. Though I am a hen and not a rooster, I have a story of strength and hope to tell to all: About a year ago, I was brutally attacked by a dog, almost all of my feathers gone from the attack and large, open wounds. But the hardest part for me was that I couldn’t walk. I was taken to the vet, and they pronounced my right leg to have severe nerve damage, and that I would never walk again. This was devastating news to me. Not only would I have to endure terrible pain, but I would never run around with my flock again, never stand in the soil, scratching happily for bugs. I was taken home and well cared for in my caretaker’s house. Every day, they put a syringe in my beak and had me swallow bitter medicine. I sat in a little basket for weeks. My caretaker would do all sorts of exercises with me, to help me as best as she could. Then, one day, when she took me outside to smell the fresh air, as she did every day, I looked around, then took flight from my basket, landing in a garden with a thump. I then proceeded to take a dust-bath. This surprised both of us, and gave us each a new hope. A few days later, my caretaker set me on the floor, holding me upright on my good leg, strengthening it. Within a few weeks, I was hopping on my leg around the room, as fast as I could go. I fell a few times and stumbled, but I was getting around! As winter came, I was able to get around quite easily on my one leg, but the flock despised seeing me and attacked me brutally every chance they got. So my caretaker built me a beautiful shelter complete with twinkly lights. I stayed in it through the blustery winter, and by spring, I had started to do the unthinkable - I was using my other leg! I would take a step gingerly, then limp forward. I was still very slow at walking, but I was walking! Gradually, my flock accepted me back, and now I live with them happily, free-ranging on the sunny days, scratching around. And while I still have a severe limp, I have come a long way.
Whenever new chicks come around and join the flock, I make sure to treat them with love and kindness, remembering how my flock used to treat me, and never wanting this to happen to these innocent little ones. I will even step in and take the blow for the bottom of the pecking order. I strive to treat everyone with kindness, I try to make every voice heard. For once upon a time I was considered a lost cause - but now I am strong. I know what it’s like to be an outcast. I know what it’s like to be forgotten. And if I am chosen, I will do my very best to make you never feel like that again. But regardless, I hope my story has brought you hope and comfort, and encouraged you to stand up. Literally. Thanks!
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Starburst- that WAS AMAZING!!

 

[cluckmecoop7]

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Hi, everyone! My name is Jasmine, and I’m an Australorp. Though I am a hen and not a rooster, I have a story of strength and hope to tell to all: About a year ago, I was brutally attacked by a dog, almost all of my feathers gone from the attack and large, open wounds. But the hardest part for me was that I couldn’t walk. I was taken to the vet, and they pronounced my right leg to have severe nerve damage, and that I would never walk again. This was devastating news to me. Not only would I have to endure terrible pain, but I would never run around with my flock again, never stand in the soil, scratching happily for bugs. I was taken home and well cared for in my caretaker’s house. Every day, they put a syringe in my beak and had me swallow bitter medicine. I sat in a little basket for weeks. My caretaker would do all sorts of exercises with me, to help me as best as she could. Then, one day, when she took me outside to smell the fresh air, as she did every day, I looked around, then took flight from my basket, landing in a garden with a thump. I then proceeded to take a dust-bath. This surprised both of us, and gave us each a new hope. A few days later, my caretaker set me on the floor, holding me upright on my good leg, strengthening it. Within a few weeks, I was hopping on my leg around the room, as fast as I could go. I fell a few times and stumbled, but I was getting around! As winter came, I was able to get around quite easily on my one leg, but the flock despised seeing me and attacked me brutally every chance they got. So my caretaker built me a beautiful shelter complete with twinkly lights. I stayed in it through the blustery winter, and by spring, I had started to do the unthinkable - I was using my other leg! I would take a step gingerly, then limp forward. I was still very slow at walking, but I was walking! Gradually, my flock accepted me back, and now I live with them happily, free-ranging on the sunny days, scratching around. And while I still have a severe limp, I have come a long way.
Whenever new chicks come around and join the flock, I make sure to treat them with love and kindness, remembering how my flock used to treat me, and never wanting this to happen to these innocent little ones. I will even step in and take the blow for the bottom of the pecking order. I strive to treat everyone with kindness, I try to make every voice heard. For once upon a time I was considered a lost cause - but now I am strong. I know what it’s like to be an outcast. I know what it’s like to be forgotten. And if I am chosen, I will do my very best to make you never feel like that again. But regardless, I hope my story has brought you hope and comfort, and encouraged you to stand up. Literally. Thanks!
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WOW starburst....just WOW!

I'll need to do some serious thinking!

 

[chicken3fly]

Ok found it!View attachment 2437734that is penny, stripes' BFF (She is always with her!) Breed: Starts with a p

Penny's speech
for my speech, I will tell you my life story from when I was a chick to now.
I started in a box. A small box. With LOTS of other chicks. I was crammed, hoping I wouldn't be eaten like others before me, Then i saw humans that picked me up and put me in a SMALLER box. I was then taken to ANOTHER box. the box was also small, but it had less chicks, so I settled in "This MUST be my forever home (*1)" I thought, I was actually right, but not really. I walked over to another shy chick, then introduced myself, Soon night came and our ONLY heat source was a lamp, but not a heat lamp. After hours of chirping and peeping, I was finally asleep. I woke up and let out a morning peep and walked around the box to greet my sisters when I saw one of them DEAD! lying on the floor Cold. Motionless. "No! Please! Don't!" I pleaded. But it was no use She was dead. A human came, threw her away and I peeped little, longing peeps

A few weeks later.........
Life was good. We had an actual heat lamp, food and water , Delicious as ever! and the humans visted every day,

Oh! I have to go now, but I'll finish my speech soon ​

See ya soon ~ penny​

 

[chicken3fly]

Penny's speech
for my speech, I will tell you my life story from when I was a chick to now.
I started in a box. A small box. With LOTS of other chicks. I was crammed, hoping I wouldn't be eaten like others before me, Then i saw humans that picked me up and put me in a SMALLER box. I was then taken to ANOTHER box. the box was also small, but it had less chicks, so I settled in "This MUST be my forever home (*1)" I thought, I was actually right, but not really. I walked over to another shy chick, then introduced myself, Soon night came and our ONLY heat source was a lamp, but not a heat lamp. After hours of chirping and peeping, I was finally asleep. I woke up and let out a morning peep and walked around the box to greet my sisters when I saw one of them DEAD! lying on the floor Cold. Motionless. "No! Please! Don't!" I pleaded. But it was no use She was dead. A human came, threw her away and I peeped little, longing peeps

A few weeks later.........
Life was good. We had an actual heat lamp, food and water , Delicious as ever! and the humans visted every day,

Oh! I have to go now, but I'll finish my speech soon ​

See ya soon ~ penny​

(Penny is telling this story, Not @chicken3fly )

 

[chicken3fly]

Gtg

 

[Dottie the Chicken]

This is Dottie. She is a VERY fluffy Salmon Faverolle. She is a very sweet girl who LOVES whole corn, and will happily eat it stait out of my hand.

 

[PioneerChicks]

"Hello, fellow chickens! My name is Dana (pronounced Dann-uh), but I'm sometimes called Old Dana. I'm six years old, and the last survivor of my owners original and first flock (yes, I am one of the six who started her original craze). My siblings were picked off by racoons and foxes in ones and twos as my owner learned from her mistakes.

"I used to love cuddles and being picked up by children, but after I witnessed an racoon attack on my last two siblings, Goo and Blacky, I became skittish. Now, a few years later, I enjoy treats and chicken story time, but prefer not to be picked up.

"I was a great layer in my youth, but now I only lay occasionally. Now I am the elder of a good-sized backyard flock. I teach the young ones and newbies their place, but I don't overdue it. My owner considers me valuable in teaching the cockerels their manners and the young birds how to dustbathe and forage. I lead firmly but with kindness, choosing not to be bossy.

"I might be old and not so pretty, but I'm tough and care for my flockmates. I'll end with a plea for your votes, and a promise to take care of you for the harsh winter season. Thank you."