(I originally posted thus with number 6 in the marathon and then I thought "duh" split the post and add another toward the goal. It takes me a while sometimes.)
Frankie and Slim
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Friday, February 24, 2012
# 7 IT TAKES ME A WHILE
This is post number 7 in the marathon.
The light colored chicken in the above picture is Chicken Little. She
was our oldest hen and our only Araucauna. She moved here with us from
Kansas six years ago and was the only surviving chicken from that
original flock. A couple of weeks ago she quit coming inside with the
other hens at night. I would see her out in the day time but she
obviously had a nest hidden somewhere and was tending to her eggs. We
searched and searched for the secret nest so we could move her eggs
inside the pen and get her inside as well. Finally I quit seeing
Chicken Little out in the day and decided the chicks had hatched or were
hatching. It was exciting to await her reappearance with a little
troop of chicks trailing behind her. Then I found the eggs. They were
cold and abandoned and there has been no sign of Chicken Little.
(I originally posted thus with number 6 in the marathon and then I thought "duh" split the post and add another toward the goal. It takes me a while sometimes.)
(I originally posted thus with number 6 in the marathon and then I thought "duh" split the post and add another toward the goal. It takes me a while sometimes.)
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Humans aren't the only animals who enjoy a chicken dinner. But too bad about your loss. Ya know she coulda crossed the road for 'no reason' and found out they served live bugs or fancy scratch grains at the neighbors. Shameless hussy.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about Chicken Little and her eggs. Maybe she's with Vern on some kind of adventure.
ReplyDeleteCould she have died of old age and then was eaten? I see you also have another interesting bird in the photo!
ReplyDeleteTwo sad posts in a row....life on a farm isn't always easy.
ReplyDeleteCliff -- It occurred to me that she may have crossed the road. However I'm pretty certain she crossed to the great beyond. It's not like she didn't earn her keep around here. And yes all our hens are shameless hussys. The hen house is actually a brothel.
ReplyDeleteBonnie -- Now there is a good children's story for you. The chicken and the kitten that ran away together. LOL The brooch bouquets in your post are an interesting idea. The one pictured is lovely. I've never heard of such a thing.
Tabor -- Leave it to you for the practical response. Of course you are right but I like the runaway stories best. My mother always said I had too active an imagination. The grey mix bird is a guinea fowl named TJ and the red hen is a Rhode Island Red named June. I am ashamed to tell you that I forgot Monday was President's day. Heck I forgot today was Friday. Things can be confusing for the retired and aged.
Changes in the wind -- Yep there are lots of sad stories on these ten acres. But thankfully there are more happy stories. Plus, in regards to you post, did you know Rome wasn't built in a day? LOL
Poor Chicken Little. It doesn't sound good for her chances after you found the abandoned nest :-(
ReplyDeleteI'd rather think she and Vern ran off together, too. There's a children's book in there somewhere and you don't have to pay an illustrator.
Oh no, the sky feel to soon on chicken little. I'm sooo sorry!
ReplyDeleteGuess she's in that big old hen house in the sky...huh?
God bless ya and have yourself a fantastic weekend sweetie!!! :o)
Oh my - Chicken Little.
ReplyDeletefraid i've seen this at our farm too often - it is usually cyotes that seem to growing in numbers sadly. I need a big dog again (cross between a lab and something monsterous was our last one) to stop the problems
ReplyDeleteAnnie,
ReplyDeleteOn one of your marathon posts please show us a picture of little Owen. I haven't seen him for a long time. Also, brother Logan if you have a picture of him,too.
Even if Chicken Little ran off in search of Jack she could hear crowing over there, She did have a good, long, n fruitful life in your happy chickenville. Hey, my Uncle used to have three whole barns full of Rhode island Reds. What pretty colors in that combo-pic.
ReplyDeleteCube -- The more comments I get filled with imagination, the more I truly see a story beginning to evolve. Perhaps your cat blog friday picture of the chick-cat would work. LOL
ReplyDeleteNezzy -- Of course, the sky fell on Chicken Little finally. Why didn't I think of that. And after all of these years yelling "The sky is falling! The sky is falling" she was finally proven right. I'm thinking that old PE jumper is probably worth a fortune on eBay.
Lynn -- Yes, sad isn't it. :(
Whitemist -- Our dog Slim does a pretty good job chasing off the varmits but she worries to much about me and has to keep me in her sight most of the time so she is in a lot when she should be out. The other day she ran off a fox. There is no telling how many predators she scares away in a day's time. Also the guinea fowl sound the alarm and that way Slim knows she needs to get outside quickly.
Nancy --Okay, I did it.
Snaggle Tooth -- It is a nice picture isn't it. Our Rhode Island Reds are the best layers. We certainly are not wasting away in chickenville. LOL Your Axis photograph would sure make a good screensaver.