there is a rooster in the house

4 actually
they will be leaving for the processor in about a month
but until then

living with a rooster ..................or at least buff orpington roosters
is fun
they are like little alarm clocks
every day at the crack of 9:30 am they crow

'morning mom'

morning son, you know your crowing right?

'yup mom, how do i sound?'

you got a bit of a crack in your crow son

'well mom, that's cause i am just learning to crow.......'

they also crow when something in their world isn't right to a feathered rooster brain......

bernie was home on a work day.......that isn't right in their little chicken world
they crowed quite often

yet ironically the day i spent in the basement felting, they didn't crow much. they all took turns popping their heads over the side of the brooder and WATCHING me
i talk to them and they all stop and LISTEN
i get so much respect from CHICKENS!
not anywhere near as much from anyone or anything else........... but baby chickens....yup

now duckies............ they will and do lie you know

WHO dumped over the water bucket girls? it's totally dry........... you haven't had water in HOURS this means....

'not any of US mom, some big MEAN duck did it'

cleo, why are you all wet, and CLEAN, cleo you are spotlessly CLEAN?

'not me mom' ( she is so white and clean she glows....)

cleo is the smallest of the ducks, i worry about her walking up and down the hill, as she has such problems (see that whole worry theme here.....apparently i worry all the time......)
she is also the one with the biggest attitude, as well as the vainest one
she is always first to bath, and last to abandon the pond
she is the one that tells me off if i am late taking them to the day pen
i named her well i suppose........cleo would be short for cleopatra no?


phoebe on the other hand
she is rarely clean! even with a full fresh pond of water
she reminds me of 'columbo' that slovenly detective of the 80's or so, only with feathers ( dirty brown feathers at that)

lillianna is somewhere in between, cleaner then phoebe, not quite as clean as cleo
she is also STILL the duck that loves her momma the bestest......
she nibbles on me all the time
my coat, boots, fingers, scarf tips
as long as it is clearly a momma thing....she will nibble
she loves me to pet her
her favorite thing is sitting on a hay bale getting petted by momma
i hold her beak for a bit
then she nibbles my fingers

such is duck love i suppose

today i am going to give them that little duckie pond........not the big one i fill with the hose
the little 5 gallon one
that should make cleo estatic......... lilli smile and strike fear into the heart of phoebe....
hahahahaha

yup to ducks i am a god
hahahaha

vi
say goodnight roosters..............