Somebody Has a New Name

The human is mad at somebody, and she's given him a new name.

It's not this guy. He's still nameless, but she's not mad at him.

He just dances for the ladies and looks pretty. Who could be mad about that?

It's not Quackers.

He's old and sweet, and she would never call him anything but Quackers.

It's not Dora the Explorer Rooster, but I'm thinking he'd appreciate a new name.

Who could it be? No not this rooster. He doesn't have a name either, but I bet he's glad this isn't his name.

Naughty Rooster Boy? Of course, that's who it is.

I'm too much of a lady to tell you what she's calling him,

but it's usually preceded by the human yelling and followed by her going after a bandaid.

He's certainly back to being a Naughty Rooster Boy.

A Bird Update and Randomness

Remember the featherbrained peacock that was trying to drink ice? Well, today he got to drink from the pool again.

It was hot. We've been very warm this winter, and I'm even thinking about shedding my coat because it was so warm. The human says it's been hard on us mammals, but she's happy that her old drake, Quackers, is having a mild winter. She's planning a big party for his 13th birthday in May.

Is it me or does she look like a vulture perched up there on that nasty stanchion torture chamber?

Really, I don't think the human will ever get me to go in that thing with a vulture waiting.

The human split all of us goats up into different groups. She has some of us with the different boys, and I'm still in the barnyard. She did however, mess up. There are some geese on my side of the barnyard.

Some of them are on the other side where they belong.

I think she really needs to remove these honkers from my side of the barnyard.

It's that time of week when we link up to Farmgirl Friday.