Chortle Chook Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 At last we have a thaw here in Oxfordshire. This morning, while my chooks were happily engaged on thier porridge, I decided to inspect my wormery and swap the layers round. Most of the poor worms were frozen solid, but I found a few wrigglers and had them on a trowel ready to move them up into a warmer layer. Then along came my Poland Frizzle, Dee Dee. Normally blind as a bat because of her hair do . . . 'Barp?' says she curiously, then 'Beep Beep, Bwaarp' really intrigued, then BWARP, BWARP,B W A R P - very excited Bye Bye last of my worms Sometimes it is best not to jostle with the others over porridge. A lesson to be learnt for the sales Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lillybettybabs Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 There's alway one..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charlottechicken Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 Love the moral at the end, I'll remember that Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chucky1 Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 Funny I recognised the conversation - I should get out more and meet some Hoomans Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chortle Chook Posted December 10, 2010 Author Share Posted December 10, 2010 Ah but humans don't sound so nice. I just love hen noises. That is why I got them. I'm no great egg eater. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chucky1 Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 Ah but humans don't sound so nice. I just love hen noises. That is why I got them. I'm no great egg eater. Yes we enjoy chatting to the girls too. We have 38 chooks they are all call Bubb, Bubby, Bubbah or Bubbs with 2 or 3 notable exceptions. Those that were poorly, those that had and still have a heavy moult (called Zippy), and the broody that hatched one of of the duck eggs called Mumma. If I walk down the field the chooks leave their scratching (or other busy activity), I always say "Hello Bubbs" - they always answer. Or if I'm in the workshop off the barns they tend to amble in with a purpose and crouch looking at something precarious on a bench - I usually say "No Bubbs" and chase them out then they come out with a few chicken expletives when they are shooed out. Bless them Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
