Chickens in the Basement

I love to write and I love to laugh. When I write, I get to the point quick. My stories would fit on the back of a postcard. They usually make me chuckle. And you know what they say, "It's all about me!"

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Confessions!


Okay, so one of the two remaining babies squeezed out of a hole in the cage
in the middle of the night.
Apparently, it caught Riley Dog's attention.
Since it was moving around HIS garage in the middle of the night
and probably making lots of squeaking noises,
he treated it as he would any other squeaky toy...he bit it.
RIP Barbara!


Mr. Innocent

With just one lonely quail left in the cage, I felt guilty. No friends to snuggle with. No friends to PEEP to. No friends to, well, you know... Too ashamed to call my brother and ask for more, I visited craigslist.com and found a lady in Zebulon who had some babies about the same age as Bob the Survivor. Off I go!



I purchased five and saw it as a rescue mission for them. There must have been over a thousand birds roaming the yard...chickens, doves, turkeys, ducks. Just too many to take in. The babies were kept in a small building with the heat on high. Not conducive to good smells! Forget about dodging poop piles!



From their humble beginnings, the babies seem to be doing fine. Bob accepted them into his humble abode. All snuggled and ate and drank and pooped. It should be a couple more weeks before they, well, you know!

2 comments:

Kate Spike and Her KatS said...

Sad, but funny as hell! You go from having two babies to six. It's amazing that you can actually find someone on craigslist who is selling baby quail.

Janet said...

Hope this batch of quail survive. Your dog looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth!!