Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[Sylvester017]

Nope. She was out snacking on grass. The others never left the coop.

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She found grass? We have only 6 birds but they pick the yard bare year-round of anything green. We have to keep supplementing w/ spinach & veggies.

 

[SimpleJenn]

She found grass? We have only 6 birds but they pick the yard bare year-round of anything green. We have to keep supplementing w/ spinach & veggies.

To be fair, your yard is mostly blocks!

 

[Sylvester017]

My gramma would be so rude to people and say "I'm OLD!" She also is blind so...yep she got to be double rude and demanding. I swear...she's a very sweet lady she just took the macular degeneration as a reason to get mean.

Getting old & disabled does that to you unawares! I don't want to complain but sometimes the pain overrides any hope of staying sweet

 

[Ponypoor]

My gramma would be so rude to people and say "I'm OLD!" She also is blind so...yep she got to be double rude and demanding. I swear...she's a very sweet lady she just took the macular degeneration as a reason to get mean.

Not for the faint of heart also

 

[Ponypoor]

She found grass? We have only 6 birds but they pick the yard bare year-round of anything green. We have to keep supplementing w/ spinach & veggies.

I was completely freaked out last week to watch that living vacuum cleaner Mrs LC devour bits of straw and hay! She seems so tiny and demure that when she starts on the hunt it’s terrifying! Glad I am not a stalk of hay!

And she’s a real snuggler, just wants to cuddle and be warm

 

[RoyalChick]

Your elbow will hopefully straighten out with time. Just don’t over do it!

Yep getting old is not for the faint of heart.

I aim to be one of those cranky old ladies who says anything to anyone, I’ll walk around with my cane and tell youngsters off for being rude. Cough and hork and sniffle…. All the things that I can think of to make people move out of the way in the check out lane at the store….

Getting old tax

Raven (BSL) will be 6 maybe 7
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And so will Red (RSL) - good ages for production breeds
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This is one of my favorite poems.

It is best read out loud. I delivered it on stage at my retirement bash instead of some sappy appreciation speech (well I did some of that too).

Warning
by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.


Getting old tax: Calypso is still pushing out new feathers!

 

[SimpleJenn]

This is one of my favorite poems.

It is best read out loud. I delivered it on stage at my retirement bash instead of some sappy appreciation speech (well I did some of that too).

Warning
by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.


Getting old tax: Calypso is still pushing out new feathers!
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Both of my biological grandmothers were in the "red hat society." I don't even know if that's a thing anymore. They went to meetings, had extravagant tea parties, and even rode in a local parade!

 

[swampfox440]

Yeah, I will fight growing old, and yell at people saying “get off my lawn!”

 

[swampfox440]

You are not old! Unless you have abducted by chickens!

 

[BY Bob]

Emergence

A second chicken has entered the yard today!