OK, here are the FREAKS…
And here are the TWEAKS…
Won’t that be cute?
Now for the BEAKS!
She’s still spunky, although she’s lost weight and she looks like a little old lady chicken now. Debbie says she’s not laying anymore and it made me sad to see her a bit “faded”.
Although we didn’t encourage her to jump, jump she did for her beloved bag of grapes. Debbie handed out the grapes while I took the photos. I couldn’t get one of her jumping but believe me, the girl’s still got game.
OK, Debbie is going to kill me. She made me PROMISE not to show her Crocs in the photo. Debbie, my friend, I’m sorry I broke my word, but those Crocs are the most amazing and wonderful footwear I have ever seen and I really, really, really needed to put them in my blog. I know that someday you will find it in your heart to forgive me but until that day, just remember your friend is weak and self-centered but you love her anyway! RIGHT?
Later, Debbie told me a sweet story about Daisy & Claude that put a big ole lump in my throat. Claude had a problem with his beak and Debbie and Walter needed to catch him to they could give it some medical attention. Well, catching a fully-grown rooster is no easy matter, even if the guy is as good-natured as Mr. Claude. A time-honored practice among chicken owners who need to capture and treat a chicken in need of care is to wait until they go on the roost at night and then grab them when they are in a semi-catatonic state. (Chickens sleep HARD and you can almost always finish your procedure before they even realize what is happening.)
So, they waited until bedtime and grabbed Claude and clipped the injured beak and then tried to settle him back on the nest. Needless to say he was VERY upset. His agitation woke most of the other chickens and havoc ensued. Eventually everyone calmed down and the birds began to relax and fall asleep again. What happened next is the “lumpy throat” part. Daisy scooted next to her beau and leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder. She seemed to be trying to tell him everything was OK now. If any bird knows what trauma feels like, it’s that girl. No one can convince me that chickens don’t have the same emotions and feelings that Fido and Fluffy have. I love that Chicken! And I love my friend Debbie for having a heart as big as Texas. (So sorry about the Crocs, girlfriend!)