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Pardon me, lady, your chicken is leaning

Chel is still following me around the garden making a nuisance of herself. I stepped on her toe at one point today, which I felt awful about, but I don’t think she’s damaged. She certainly didn’t learn a lesson.

To answer your question, DurnedYankee, the landmark birthday coming up in May is six-oh. The funny thing about that is, I’m the youngest person in our social circle, so I get to be old and still be the stupid kid.

Age is just a number. A stupid, evil, painful number.


Comment from Armybrat
Time: April 21, 2020, 8:21 pm

My husband also turns 60 this year. That makes him eligible for his military pension and healthcare for us for the rest of our lives. And so we are both retiring this year, him from his 3rd career, me from my only one. Hence, our upcoming move to sunny Florida.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: April 21, 2020, 8:46 pm

Mrs D also turns 60. But this year it won’t be on Mother’s day.

Hmmm, it just occurred to me we have chickens all over the house, paintings, statues, plates.

But what she really wants is a pig. She’s not getting a pig.
Besides, she has me.

Comment from p2
Time: April 21, 2020, 9:51 pm

I’ll turn 60 in May too. I certainly don”t feel 60…GET OFF MY LAWN! Yet again……

Comment from OldFert
Time: April 21, 2020, 11:39 pm

Oh you youngsters.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 22, 2020, 1:29 am

Chel’s feathers remind me of little roses.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 22, 2020, 4:11 am

@Armybrat — One of the (minor) nice things you’ll like about Florida, especially SW/Gulf Coast Florida, is that at only 60, you’ll be the youngsters. Heck, I’ll be 71 in May, and I’m still a youngster, relatively speaking.

The downside is exemplified by a dear friend of long standing, a nice little old lady of 95 who still drives. She has a Mercedes Benz SUV so she’ll likely be OK when she takes out a school bus full of nuns and “special needs” kids.

Comment from weasel again
Time: April 22, 2020, 8:34 am

Chel’s feathers are a buff color (chamois) with white around the edges (‘lacing’ in chicken parlance). Whereas G has gold feathers with black lacing.

Also note Chel is bearded (see the great ruff of feathers around her chin).

Comment from technochitlin
Time: April 22, 2020, 11:56 am

You young tadpoles, get off my lawn!

Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: April 22, 2020, 12:04 pm

As best I can tell, this is still in the planning stages–but I thought you should know about it:

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: April 22, 2020, 1:25 pm

As I suspected, buncha “old” geezers.

All together now.
“Damned kids! Get off my lawn!”

As you embark on your journey to your 7th decade Sweasy you will soon realize, if you have not already done so, 60 ain’t old.

Rather, like fine wine, we age, until we’re like vinegar.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 22, 2020, 3:23 pm

Are your newest chickens named after book characters like the original four girls?

Comment from BJM
Time: April 22, 2020, 4:01 pm

I wonder what it’s like seeing the world through a cloud of feathers. No wonder she’s confused.

A friend sent me this, it’s amusing, stupid, but amusing.

@Stoaty You could be making a mint with them chikkens.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 22, 2020, 8:17 pm

No, Deborah HH, they’re named after what was written on their eggshells by the seller. Chel had ‘CH’ for chamois on her shell. G had ‘G’ for gold-laced. Po had ‘PO’ for poland, I guess (duh, they’re all polands). Albert had ‘POL’ on his, and I called him that until he grew that wonderful white crest.

Spoon and Baby didn’t have anything on their shells.

Intriguing project, Can’t Hark.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 22, 2020, 9:04 pm

A little hook that makes their names easier to remember (not that you’d need a device to remember your chickens).

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: April 22, 2020, 10:25 pm

Even worse, your chicken is leaning Left. Does that mean it’s Labor???

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 23, 2020, 2:06 am

That’s an elite chicken! You can tell because she’s A-list.

…I’ll get my coat…

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