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.

Featherbrained Peacock

The peacock is not very smart.

Handsome, yes, but smart no.

He thinks he can get a drink of water from the pool.

It's frozen solid!

He can't drink ice!

Silly bird.

Showoff

Someone is showing off his new tail feathers.

They are really starting to grow in.

He might be a birdbrain, but is awfully handsome.

Chicks on the Loose

Those little chicks that the human kept telling us were in the building have made their way out. This little lady is very brave.

She will stand right by the peacock.

He's big and scary and coming to check her out.

She must not be such a bird brain after all because she's not hanging around for him to get any closer!

I don't blame her.

Linking to Farmgirl Friday.

Linking to Farm Friend Friday.

This Afternoon

This afternoon, just about dinner time, the human and her mom came into the barnyard. We all got ready to eat, but she didn't feed us.

She went in the building and came out without food, and went to the other building and came out without food, and went back to the other building. She kept doing this over and over. When she got done, there was a big change in the barnyard.

The peafowl and ducks are back in the big pen where they had been for a very long time. Those peafowl still haven't settled down from the human catching them. They just keep pacing back and forth.

The ducks were a bit calmer. They took a bath and then they felt at home again.

We had to wait forever to get our dinner. That Bud is always trying to get the first bite (he tries eating it before it hits the feed pan).

She did finally feed us though, so I'm happy again.

Guess what the human did with Naughty Rooster Boy~I'll tell you tomorrow who's right.

Linking to Homestead Barn Hop.

Eye Spy

Look what I see next to me. It's all blue and green.

Eyes--he's growing eyes on his new tail feathers. And from the side, it has all those other colors.

I bet he'll be very handsome when they get grown out for next spring. He might be noisy, but he is beautiful.

Dancing

I'm not sure if Annie was doing the vogue or not when she had her picture taken showing off her fancy new collar. Some of us here are great dancers. Angel is a hip hop dancer. I think I've seen Pistol practicing the jitterbug. It's hard to capture dancing in a picture, especially some of those fast dances.

We do have one dancer here that has just started his dancing. For the last week, he has been hiding in the corner practicing his moves. Really, he's off by himself just dancing up a storm.

He's got the wing action and the fancy footwork, but those tail feathers are pretty short. They don't even reach past the tallest part of the support tail feathers. I don't know who he thinks that is going to impress.

I guess he does have some nice colors, but he's not even dancing for anyone. All the girls are on the other side of the pen. If one of the chickens is unfortunate enough to look for bugs near him, he's on the offensive chasing her away.

Poor girls don't even notice him; they just want to find a good bug. Does she look like she's about to swoon with infatuation? I don't think so.

It's easy to imagine he will be a very handsome guy when he has the long feathers to go with his fancy dance moves. Today, he finally decided that his moves were perfected, and he actually came out of the corner to dance for one of the peahens. She still didn't look too impressed.

What is That?

Sunday afternoon we were minding our own business, just lounging around waiting for our dinner, when the human came driving into the barnyard in the new red Ranger. She never drives into the barnyard, and here she was doing it twice in one day. This time, however, she drove right through the barnyard and up by the barn. I checked to see what she was doing.

There was some kind of box back there. I just couldn't quite tell what it was.

What could that possibly be?

Oh great, just what we need. It was finally quiet (not really quiet, but not quite so loud) around here. Now there's another one of those things to yell, "Help," all day long.