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The new girls recreating the “Mama, I’m pretty” scene from Gypsy.

Oh, the mirror was a big hit. There was all kinds of peeping and pecking. I can’t leave it in the box unsupervised on account of it has sharp edges (and vets are expensive) but tomorrow I’m going shopping for bird toys. Preferably ones without small bits that can be pecked off and eaten. Chickens will swallow anything, and these don’t have grit in their diet yet.

It’s still too cold for them to be outside most of the time, so they’re inside in a big cardboard box getting really bored. Yes, chickens are smart enough to get bored, even little ones.

Oh, as promised: the story of the chicken fart.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2016, 9:39 pm

Acceptable uses for this thread: fart euphemisms.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 6, 2016, 10:33 pm

Cloaca clarinet?

At least now I know where Mapp gas comes from.

Comment from Nina
Time: April 6, 2016, 11:04 pm


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 7, 2016, 1:53 am

Chicken toys. I can’t imagine, but all animals seem to enjoy playing with balls, so maybe your chickens would, too.

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: April 7, 2016, 2:38 am

Chicken toys.
Ok, that’s something new to me.

Comment from Mr. Dave
Time: April 7, 2016, 2:50 am

Heinie Bark

Coined by a five year old.

Comment from LesterIII
Time: April 7, 2016, 2:53 am

Duck with a harelip

Comment from Mr. Dave
Time: April 7, 2016, 2:55 am

“Stepped on a frog”, said my grandpa.

Comment from mojo
Time: April 7, 2016, 8:36 am

“playing the tuba”
“stepped on a frog” (see above)

Comment from Brother Cavil, dolphin brain in a jar
Time: April 7, 2016, 3:02 pm

When did the proprietoress infiltrate The Federalist?

Why You Should Keep Backyard Chickens

Comment from iamfelix
Time: April 7, 2016, 4:10 pm

Thanks for linking your previous post on gas-passing — I laughed and laughed. I had missed it in its original outing, as it was made during The Horrible Era in Which I Had Neither Job Nor Internets (of which we mostly no longer speak). 😉

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 7, 2016, 4:30 pm

Oh, if you ever go trawling the bowels of this blog, similarly skip The Year My Cat Disappeared And I Went A Little Nuts, Sorry. It’s a real downer.

Thought of you the other day, Felix: I bought a very slim volume in a used book store purporting to be the first ever biography of Louis Wain. When I get around to reading it, I’ll let you know if there’s anything interesting.

Comment from iamfelix
Time: April 7, 2016, 9:58 pm

Cool! I just bought some mugs on Zazzle with Wain pix on them. I love heeem.

Comment from iamfelix
Time: April 7, 2016, 10:16 pm

And I know what you mean about Damien … during the time I had no internets, I had a major extended hospital adventure (2011 into 2012) and my THREE cats ( who were lovely individually and collectively) were “surrendered” by a family member — “too much trouble”. I still miss them terribly. A month ago, I got 2: shorthaired tuxie, one yr. old named Al; medium length hair tuxie named Sy, 2 yrs. I wanted kittens (last gasp, will soon be too old to take that on), but these 2 were on the path to destruction, so …. And they’re lovely.

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