Begak.
Running late tonight, so I shall leave you with this lovely picture of Violence, which I believe Uncle B took a couple of weeks ago. She looks so coy, and her feathery feet are shown to especial advantage here.
She doesn’t actually look like this at the moment. They’re all molting. They look half plucked. They’re crabby as hell and they look like shit. It’s kind of late in the year for this, but we’re having an unseasonably warm November, so I think their little internal chikken clocks are all messed up.
I try to cheer them up with chikken treats, but if I stick my hand near this one, the pecking starts. We don’t call her Violence for nothing.
Looks like there was a pillow fight with casualties in the hen house.
Posted: November 12th, 2015 under animals, birds, personal.
Comments: 10
Comments
Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: November 12, 2015, 11:19 pm
The internet has been so crazy lately.
I visit here for sanity’s sake.
Comment from dissent555
Time: November 13, 2015, 12:14 am
Yeah, the world is indeed loopy.
The internet is a great mirror for crazy.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 13, 2015, 8:40 am
You know the world is bad mess up when Weaselblog is used as a beacon of sanity.
Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 13, 2015, 9:31 am
Mmmm… I read that as ‘a bacon of sanity’…
Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: November 13, 2015, 1:08 pm
Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 13, 2015, 9:31 am
Mmmm… I read that as ‘a bacon of sanity’…
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Bacon Hill in Boston!
Classic B & W film: "Walk East on Bacon"!
Comment from technochitlin
Time: November 13, 2015, 1:46 pm
I see that picture, and the cracker in me sez “mmm, dinner…”
Comment from Ric Fan
Time: November 13, 2015, 5:02 pm
Is it me or does Violence have a sexy come hither look?
Comment from Harry
Time: November 13, 2015, 5:32 pm
@Ric Fan: Ummm, after taking a second look, gotta admire her “bedroom eyes”…
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 13, 2015, 8:22 pm
You guys keep the HELL away from my chickens!
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