Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[TOMTE]

Sir Jaffar was a really great rooster no one could possibly imagine the life that he had brought to my home. His bravery and determination will always be remembered.

I can only hope to have a roo like him one day

 

[Marie2020]

When we rehomed birds in the past we got updates & pics. When they stopped sending we assumed the bird passed as no more updates were sent. But we knew the birds were in good hands living out their natural chicken life .

I'm sad that they are not sending me her pictures
It's worrying me

 

[notabitail]

I'm sad that they are not sending me her pictures
It's worrying me

If you've got their number try calling them and asking what's going on.

 

[notabitail]

Two-fer Tuesday.
It's not Tuesday. These two said so.

 

[notabitail]

Felicitas has started expecting me to pick her up and carry her back and forth when I put them away. She's so slow I usually pick her up and carry her because I walk fast.

 

[featherhead007]

Oh and just in case anyone was worried or wondering: I keep water in their run. Their waterer was full, they were just impatient to get out and we got a lot of rain last night so they were pacing when they noticed the water drops. They like to drink water droplets off of things

Free entertainment and for them while they have to put up with not having anything to do in there, until we get the coop in its spot and add clutter. Poor thangs.

Hang a cabbage? Or old CDs for flash. Add a mirror… they like that.

 

[Marie2020]

If you've got their number try calling them and asking what's going on.

I will tomorrow.
Hopefully she's still doing well

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

I will tomorrow.
Hopefully she's still doing well

I would not worry too much. They are mourning the loss of one of their long term sheep residents who passed day before yesterday. I think if I remember correctly they had her for almost 8 years.

 

[featherhead007]

I will tomorrow.
Hopefully she's still doing well

I’m sure she is fine

 

[featherhead007]

Mr Wyandottey is also fine. He’s been following me around all morning. He’s found his comfort zone again with me.
As you all know, he’s still that tiny feathered golfball he once was. Only nine pounds heavier!