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Quail_Antwerp
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HA! fat chance LOL She's half black angus and half holstein, but you can't tell that she has any holstein in her at all! She has the look and behaviors of a full blooded black angus. I've been told they're (black angus) are known for being a spirited breed, but they taste yumm-o so that makes it worth putting up with themThe Vail Benton's said:Maybe Blessing will calm down a bit and quit giving you such a hard time.
I think we're going to keep her as our breeder, tho, and since she is half holstein, I may be bold and try out milking her, depending on her udder size once she's old enough to calf out.
I think ofg and BR have a conspiracy going on....a goose conspiracy!
I think BR has evil geese-period. Or is that an evil gaggle?? because he surely had a gaggle of geese when we were up there.
So, I thought I was going to name my Embden pair Homer and Marge, but it didn't really fit them, so I was debating about Zeus for my Gander - and yesterday, he proved that name would definitely be suitable!
HE got me!
The ungrateful, hateful, brute GOT ME!
I've never been treated so hatefully by anything in my own barnyard - not even by the big Tom turkeys we used to have that flogged everything in sight! What's worse, I was feeding treats and he attacked me?! Are you kidding me?! You don't like treats?!
I had gone into the duck shed because there were ton and I do mean TONS of white feathers all over the place....I was like, crap! who bit it now?
Well, no one bit it....but I think Zeus and his yet to be named "wife" may be trying to start their first nest...because all of the feathers looked like goose feathers...
So I am checking it out, with treats in my hand, and BAM! He grabs me on the back of my leg - and omg it hurt! what's worse, he didn't let go!
And then he totally went Tonya Harding on me and tried to take out my right knee cap with his wings! Stunned, I dropped to the roosting bench in the duck shed, picked up the plastic feed pan, and beat that ungrateful gander over his head.
He let go after about 4 whaps, backed out of the shed, and I'm screaming the whole time - you ungrateful brute! see if I bring you anymore treats/bread! you little jerk! You'd be mighty tasty for Easter I think! JERK!
E comes waltzing back to see what the commotion is about, and I'm already limping out of the pen at this point, but not turning my back on that back stabbing brute of a gander.
My husband couldn't even ask if I was OK because he was too busy laughing his butt off.