Maybe not cute to some but I’d like to share my kids with the world.
These are my hens Bronze, Clucky, Pirate and Pippin. I love all my chickens kids but these three hold a very special place in my heart.
Bronze, [AKA Bronzie or Bonsey] featured with dried egg on her face, was hand reared by a local school as a part of their science class. However the school didn’t have the space for her, despite being a tiny ball of pure YELL. She was taken home by my neighbor’s grandkids but they soon encountered a problem as they already owned Isa brown layer hens who would very violently attack her and so she was kept in a much smaller makeshift cage. That was until the day the neighbours asked if we would take her as she wasn’t doing well in this tiny 3x3 foot cage. I agreed and hoped to god she wasn’t as flighty as our other bantams. Rather than socialise with the other bantams she would try to jump on my back or my arms (I’m pretty certain the kids taught her to do this or it has something to do with being hand reared) and follow me everywhere. She would also be very loud if she didn’t get attention. Nowadays though we only have three bantams and she’s stopped jumping on people. She still follows people everywhere and yells quite loudly if she hears people talking. She’s also very aggressive towards our rooster (mostly jumping at him and fluffing up) but she’s never tried seriously hurting him.
Clucky [Cluckster, Cluck-a-duck] is by far my oldest chicken at 14 years. She’s one of our 21 original chickens we purchased when I was 6. She only stopped laying about the time that photo was taken which I had no idea was possible for a hen that old. She has limited vision and is really starting to slow down, being unable to sit on the higher perches with the rest of the chickens she sits in the nesting boxes at night (I’m unsure whether or not this is a good thing for her) She still has her explosive dust baths regularly and is eating and drinking just fine (she does sometimes miss and bite my fingers quite hard if I’m hand feeding her) If anyone has any tips on how to further provide comfort for her please let me know!
Pirate [AKA Pie, Pieface, BEETLE DESTROYER] is a hen we got from my old highschool since the hens had stopped laying eggs. Funnily enough I was the one that selected the hens and Pirate was the first I caught. She is missing her left eye (presumably due to being in a very cramped space with about 30 other chickens) however this has not seemed to have affected her one bit. She is one of the healthiest hens we have and has a beautiful purple/blue sheen to her feathers currently. She’s an incredibly friendly chicken but does not like being touched or handled at all. we’ve had her 3 years (spent 2 at the school) and other than a rather rough molt she has been happy and healthy.
Pippin [ AKA Pip, Pipster-chick, Partyhorn-Pip, Pippy] Our dominant(?) hen. She was very small when we first got her one christmas with three other pullets but has turned into a very pudgy yelling butt. I thought I’d include her because who doesn’t love a good tornado chicken on their dash.
One other hen I’d like to mention (not featured) is my precious Heidi [AKA the Heidimeister] We recently bought four more layer hens as all of ours are getting long in the tooth and aren’t laying much. Three of them are still very skittish but Heidi seems to not give a flying fuck about people. She will walk all over your feet, try to eat the zipper on your jacket, peck your shoelaces, peck your toes and will let you pet her. She’s so pure.
Anyway those are my kids and they send you all many beeps and yells to help youse through this stressful time.
William Shakespeare - The Sonner’s and a lover’s complaint
Folio Society 1989 - Fine bespoke design binding, full morocco leather gilt with an inlaid tooled leather panel to the front board and the same pattern blind embossed to the rear. hand made paste patterned end papers - all page edges gilt - Bound by Ann Thornton for Binder Vision in 1993
You bite your lip, his Halloween costume really was
something special, the way his hair was swept up and tied with the leather
“You like it, huh?” He smirks.
“Really sexy.” You put your arms in jacket, wrapping your
arms around his waist.
He kisses you and you feel the cold metal ring hit your
lips, sending chills throughout your body. You pull him closer, passionately
kissing him back.
Jinyoung walks into the room.
“Ah-hum” He clears his throat.
Even with his deliberate interruption, you two still don’t
part. He watches as Jaebum literally sticks his tongue down your throat. It
sickened him to see JB’s hands wonder to you rear-end. Your costume was…
revealing, you were the devil, a very sexy one. A skin tight latex dress and
little horns. You looked really good, it arose feeling in Jinyoung, feelings
that could only be dealt with if he was your boyfriend.
“I’ve bought a date.” Jinyoung says.
His voice scares you, making your jump, pulling away from
“Ah! Sorry I didn’t see you standing there.” You say.
“My sexiness was a distraction.” Jaebum teases. Squeezing your
Jinyoung rolls his eyes.
“I said I brought a date.” He repeats, adjusting his vampire
“Oh cool, good luck kissing anyone with those in your mouth.”
You joke, smiling.
You were dressed in red, trying look like the devil but in
Jinyoung’s eyes you looked like an angel. You just standing next to satan
“She’s just coming up.” Jinyoung says.
“Do you want a drink? Sorry Jae didn’t offer you one.”
“I’ll have a rum and coke please.” He asks.
You pour him the drink and hand it to him.
The doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it.” You say, walking to answer the door.
You open it to see the trainee standing there, all dressed
up in her costume. Ironically she was an angel, wearing a white crop top and
shirts, a halo on her head and wings on her back.
“We’re about to go out, come back another time.” You say,
shutting the door until her hand stops the door.
“I’m here with Jinyoung.” She says, giving a devilish smirk.
Was she determined to invade everyone in your life? Jinyoung
You stand aside, letting her in.
You follow behind her. As soon as you walk in the room you
see Jaebum’s face, he looked as if he’d been shot.
Jinyoung smirks. The trainee greets Jaebum, hugging, he just
stands there, still in shock. You walk over and stand next to Jinyoung, just
“Jaebummie, you didn’t come to the gym today.” She says.
“I-I’ve been busy, what are you doing here?” He asks.
“Jinyoung invited me.” She says.
Jaebum turned his head to Jinyoung who now had his arm
around your shoulder and you downed a shot. What was his game?
“Jinyoung, can I talk to you for a second?” He forces a fake
The two men walk off to the bedroom.
“Why the fuck did you invite her for? You know who she is.” He
says, clenching his jaw.
“Whatever do you mean? She’s my friend. Plus your girlfriend
is here, so what are you worried about?” He smiles.
“I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but just stay
out of my way tonight, including your ‘friend’.” He warns him, leaving the
Jaebum storms over to and plants a kiss on your lips.
Jinyoung and the trainee watch on with jealousy.
Normally you would tell him to stop in the presence of guests,
but you wanted this guest to see that Jaebum was yours and no one else’s.
“We should get going.” Jinyoung says.
You pull away from Jaebum and take a shot, it was going to
be a long night.
You arrive at the club, and go straight to the bar. The four
of you have several shots, taking you past the buzz you were on earlier. You
were now officially drunk.
“LET’S DANCE!” You scream, pulling Jaebum out on the
You pull Jaebum into, dancing with him. Before you knew it
the trainee was behind you. The weirdest thing was that she was heavily
influencing the things in your life, yet you didn’t know her name. You didn’t
really want to know, because if you did, she would seem real, more than an
annoyance and more of person.
She shoves you out of the way and moves closer to Jaebum.
You try to move closer, but more people were flooding the dance floor, pushing
you out. After a while you give up and return to the bar to where Jinyoung was
“Why aren’t you dancing?” You ask.
“Not much of a dancer.” He says.
“Coming from an idol?” You giggle.
When Jaebum could finally break free his eyes search the
crowd for you. He found you. You were sipping your drink while Jinyoung
whispers in your ear. He knew how flirty you could become after a couple of
drinks. He shakes the trainee off his arm and heads for the bar.
“Oppa! Where are you going?” She runs after him.
“We are going home.” Jaebum says, pulling you up.
“Why?” You ask.
He couldn’t exactly tell you that he was jealous.
“So I can have my wicked way with you. My little sexy devil.”
He smirks, wrapping his arms around you.
And with that you left.
“Your stupid plan didn’t work.” The trainee says, leaning up
against the bar.
“Don’t worry. I have something up my sleeve.” Jinyoung says,
downing his drink.
In memory of Beanie who would be 3 years in March. May my precious bean rest in peace.
So the reason I’m bringing this story up is due to the importance of proper birdcare and responsible ownership, that STARTS in responsible rehoming from the breeder.
An all excited bec went into a bird store one day seeking a lovebird which I found on the internet.
They hadn’t yet been weaned, and after picking the one I wanted from about 15 the salesman said you better take it they will go super fast. Being eager and persuasive I went back 3 days later, he gave me some hand rearing mix, told me to keep him in a box for another week and alas I bought beanie home.
Day 1 - I started noticing he wasn’t taking to his food very well, finally looked at the packet and read it was insectivore mix…… For a parrot? Was this guy serious? I thought it seemed off “oh this one will do”.
Basically starved him that night and went to change the food the next day.
Day 2 - was at my work/volunteer job at a vet and mum called to say beanie was looking flat, so she drove 20 mins to get him checked out. Turns out he had early stages of hypothermia and we fixed him up with some good ol’ heat lamp and parrot rearing mix. He perked up, jumped out of his box bright as Gold.
Day 3 - It was a warm sunny day, so left him in the sun in a cosy hut and went to classes. Came back home and mum said he was flat again. As he started to go down hill quickly I realised hypothermia had set in again, more.extreme this time. After trying to keep him warm near a heater plus body warmth nothing improved so rushed him to the nearest vet where he was pronounced DOA.
My heart tore to a million tiny shreds as I kept blaming myself for everything that went wrong.
Please if anything trust the breeder you get your birds from. Do your research. Don’t make decisions too lightly. I should have known hand rearing a bird would be risky, not easy at all. Dont do it unless you’re experienced.
A good, caring breeder will wait until the bird is weaned, be it hand raised or parent raised - not just in it to make a buck.
I then found Louies independent lovebird breeder and got him by default, he was weaned, 4 months old, completely on solid foods and healthy. Updating the breeder on his progress, she is so happy he went to a good home. She cares about where her birds go and ensures they will love happy and fulfilled lives.
Unlike the shmuck who sold me precious beanie. Just in general I wouldn’t recommend buying from pet shops.
Please know what you’re going into before making a purchase, make sure you are comfortable with the service the breeder provides you and that it’s coming from a healthy home.