Chicken Little or Little Chickens?

Wandered outside to photograph the chickens today. Yes, the drug house junkies did not take them, we figured they wouldn't. So we have inherited 8 (maybe more) beautiful banties.

Yet Another Rant

I've barely been outside the whole time the druggies were there, just didn't feel safe, missed the whole summer. So I'm tip-toeing down the muddy morass they made out of our road, when I see two cats. Naturally I talk to the cats. It would have been rude not to, I was talking to the chickens first. One was a very shy and extremely beautiful Siamese mix. The other was an adolesent tabby with white stockings instead of mittens. Yeah, white up to the first joint, very pretty. She would have come said hello, but Keyboard got between us and grumbled at her. Evidently she feared the little cat would attack me or something. Or she was just saying "MY territory! Mine! Go AWAY!" So I was asking the little cats if we were going to have to find a good home for them, talking to Keyboard, taking shots of the chickens, and discussing what a mess the junkies made, when I hear an odd sound. I thought "how did the cats make that kind of noise?" and ducked around the tarp to see.

AAAAAACK! The Meth Queen herself!!!! In a bathrobe!!!! I thought Halloween was past! No lights on over there tonight, so who knows. I'm taking down the tarps tomorrow, if she squats there, I am keeping an eye on her. We will talk to Ben about her tomorrow too, fill him in on her nasty ass ways. Crreeeeppy! No, I am not being critical or unfair, just stating the truth. She was behind the drug house, she's a felon, a major junky, a liar and she DOESN'T FIX HER CATS!!!! She leaves a trail of cats behind her everywhere she stays. There must have been 20 of them in Ben's living room alone. She also leaves a trail of debts. What a waste of skin.

At any rate, I pretend I haven't seen her, and she doesn't say a word. The ONLY time she has ever talked to me was when she first met me and when she started to whine at me, then she yelled at me. I'd feel slighted, except I bet she never talks to women unless she figures they can do something for her. Ick, I can feel the meth cooties crawling towards me just being within 10 miles of her. Ben will have to fumigate. I wonder if they moved the meth lab or if it's still in the trailer. Well, she is NOT selling out of here any more.

I had to laugh though. There was a sign on the door, Please wipe your feet. !!! They make the whole lot a mud slop, have 30 to 40 people coming in and out of that 5th wheeler every day, some of them the worst looking junkies you could find under a bridge, and they want them to wipe their feet? I think it's a code for "The meth lab is closed." At least until she finds another way around it.

End of rant.

Hey, where's Trouncer? I haven't seen him all day. Not good.

I have to baby sit tonight. I'll be glad when this is over. It wipes me out for two days. On the bright side, baby cougar is still there. I don't like being gone overnight, but M has to be up so early in the morning, she really needs to get some sleep first. Better me up all night than her, since I can go to bed when I come home. The serval kitten should have his ears open this time. I'll have to get a picture of his little pixie face. I'd love to get one of Jag too. He's in the nasty teenager stage though. From sweety serval to manic serval in one week. Sigh. Little sucker actually bit me! I wasn't hurt, but I was terribly insulted, he knows he isn't supposed to do that. I wouldn't let him out of the kennel after that, I knew he'd really chomp me when I tried to put him back. I hope he's over that this week, but I doubt it.

Hee! Just got a job in. Small, but very easy. At least it's work.

Here's the chickens. I'll have to get better pics, it was rainy and they don't know me yet. M has some grain for me I can give them, they'll love me after that. They seemed fatter when they came, so they have probably been living off the land and what we have put out for them. They certainly aren't starved, but a little chicken food won't hurt them either. Three roosters, I was only going to keep 2, but they are all so pretty. Maybe I won't like one of them or something. The little pullets have developed bronze heads, so we'll keep those too. One of those might be a rooster. If so, it's got to go to the auction before I get attached.

Ok, that is a little red rooster to the left, the two pullets in the middle, and the little golden/buff rooster making sure his good side was to the camera! The rooster looks buff, but his mane (technically, its a shawl or hackles) is actually very golden. Isn't that black and white hen cute?


Keyboard the herd cat. The chickens kept walking away from me, so she got on the other side so they stayed put. She's probably just hinting she wants a treat, but hey, it worked! There's a little buff hen behind the mossy rock. Click on the pics to see better.



The pullets are getting quite bronze around the heads. The one in the back that is darker is a cockeral I think.


Hard to see, but I got both golden roosters and the red rooster in this shot, all 3 half-grown chicks and the buff hen. I didn't see the black hen that is the mother to the chicks, I hope she is all right. On a dark day with all this underbrush, they manage to disappear. The other shots were blurry or they ducked behind trees and all I got was tails. The colors in this shot are more true, they really are that bright! Technocolor chickens! I think I will make them a treehouse.