#Etta pup

[fbwzoo]

So I've obviously hinted at a new arrival upcoming and I'm terrible at keeping anything quiet for long. So while it will probably be several weeks if not a couple months yet.... we're already pretty set on "yes please give us small scared baby" so! Meet Etta!

Etta has been in rescue for almost 1.5 years. She's around 2.5 years old. She is basically half-feral in terms of her fear level. Her current foster home has had her for almost a year, but they still don't pet her - she'll lay on and cuddle next to foster mom, especially with a blanket over her lap, but petting is still scary.

She does well with other dogs & generally follows their lead, so they want her to have buddies in a new home. She does a bit of resource guarding, but not too bad, and she usually hides as her fear response, not really aggression or biting.

We got to meet her tonight for the first time & pretty much just confirmed we're hooked. 😂 As we told trainer & foster mom, she's exactly the kind of critter we're suckers for.

And she really did so good!!! 5 of the 6 people were brand new to her, plus we had both of our dogs. She did pretty well with the dogs, a few warnings to Spring for too much sniffing, upon which he was redirected. We had 3 of us tossing and offering various good treats, and no issues from any of the three over that.

Etta was mouth wide open stress panting for the first 10-15 minutes, shaking, etc. She did calm down though, to the point of not panting or shaking for the entire middle 15-20 minutes! She alternated between hiding behind foster mom & moving around her a little. Honestly Jack & I hadn't really expected her to even leave her crate with so many people, so we were really happy.

And the trainer & foster mom seemed happy with our discussions & with our reactions to her. I guess they've had a few meetings for her before and had people get upset they couldn't hold her?? Apparently no clue what "feral" means.

As said, it'll be a bit before she comes home - we're going to keep doing meetings to help her get more familiar with us slowly. We sent home a soft carrier we bought for her, a blanket that smells like us, and a new one we bought for her. Gives her some time to get used to the new things and our smell, and then she'll come home with some items that already smell like her too.

The training center is really, really wonderful and being so helpful and good. Obviously taking things as slowly as Etta needs, being very careful to ensure she gets a good home and doesn't get moved around more. That would set her back so much. We'll continue to have lots of support from them, a trainer will bring her to our house, help with the transition, and we'll be doing every other week training sessions after she comes home too. Also will be able to text and send videos, etc to ask questions on behavior. They're just really really nice and we're very excited to work with them!

[msweebyness]

WereMiraculous- Werepups

Here’s a cute little mini addition to my Werewolf AU! The younger wolves who are part of the pack! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002 (Additional note: Werewolf pups do not develop their forehead markings until around ten years of age. Also, hurt a werewolf pup and prepare to DIE. As a species they are generally VERY protective of their young)

Ella & Etta:

Info:

Alya’s twin seven-year-old sisters

Always getting into trouble

Frequently talk in unison

Almost never seen apart

Love playing hide and seek

Wolf Form(s): Small and lean, Wavy, dark brown fur, amber eyes.

Chris:

Info:

Nino’s eight-year-old brother

Acts like he’s a lot older than he is

Can be a bit bratty and bossy

Likes to sound smart by using big words

Bit of a tech geek

Wolf Form: Small and lanky, Short, sandy brown fur, bright brown eyes.

Kiran:

Info:

Marc’s six-year-old brother

A little shy but also pretty sassy

Likes to wander around the woods and explore

Has a little crush on Sasha

Looks up to his big brother and helps with his duties

Wolf Form: Small and lean, silky black fur, bright silver eyes.

Sasha:

Info:

Ivan’s six-year-old sister

Only talks around people she trusts

Very close to her big brother, spends a lot of time with him

Sweet and shy but can be scary

Has a little crush on Kiran

Wolf Form: Tiny but strong, fluffy dark grey fur, big brown eyes.

Rico & Duncan:

Info:

Ondine’s twin eight-year-old brothers

Completely impossible to control

Have WAY too much energy

Fave activity is to terrorize Kim

Always pulling pranks

Wolf Form(s): Small and lanky, shaggy auburn fur, bright teal eyes, matching chipped fangs.

And here we have the littlest members of the pack! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[ithinkabouttzu]

Ok now I'm up to date with how this works could I please have an Ateez ship.✨

My dream would be to live the cottagecore dream, have golden retrievers, a garden, a pretty office to write in and live somewhere isolated and peaceful with lots of land. However I do feel like this contrasts with my chaotic personality a bit, but I have many sides which means I need somebody who is able to keep up with me. My ideal partner would be a little more relaxed than me though because I feel like if I was just dating myself it would be wayy too much aha.

In my friendgroup I'm kind of the princess one a bit demanding aha,I like nice things (I blame my Taurus moon for this though) fashion, makeup, self care. I love videos games, going to theme parks, concerts, eating out with friends, partying.. just trying to absorb as much life as possible if that makes sense.

If I had to describe my physical appearance it would be like cute babyface (I hear trauma de-ages you lol) (I have a dark sense of humour ooop) and an hourglass body, my best feature is my hair it's naturally strawberry blonde, green eyes, can't live without my winged eyeliner and false lashes.

In the past I've had traumatic experiences in relationships but I'd like somebody I can really depend on and who can take good care of me. I like to be playful but also have somebody who you can have more serious deeper conversations with. Honestly I find myself to be a walking contradiction.. I love romance books but I'm cynical about love, I'm confrontational and protective over my friends but I'm also trying to seek peace in my life. I exhaust myself lol. 🐄-anon

yes ofc thank you for your request!!! 💗

I ship you with…

Choi Jongho!

Song recommendation: A Sunday Kinda Love - Etta James

- Okay I feel like he’d be this calming presence in your fast life style tbh

- mans is so down to give you the best princess treatment ever, like when y’all go shopping together, literally get anything you want and don’t worry about a budget, he just wants to take care of his bae and spoil the heck outta you!

- Appearance wise he would find you GORGEOUS OMG, like your hair is so pretty to him he just loves the color so much, and your pretty green eyes he’s obsessed literally. He tries to be lowkey about it as much as he can but he’s so whipped for you like actually

- He would be so nervous to come up to you at first but you could definitely tell he was into you by the way he was full on staring at you, i think you’d make the first move, and he’d be talking to you with the biggest

- You help him live a little, he’s usually so busy working that he doesn’t have time to just enjoy life, But when he’s with you he can live it up to the fullest, going to little amusements and concerts, he feels young with you (even tho he is young he just acts like a grandpa sometimes 🌝)

- I could see y’all just settling down and having a peaceful life together, he’s totally down for living in a cute little cottage with an even cuter pup, as long as he’s with you he doesn’t care where you guys are

- omg he’d love playing video games with you so much. Like y’all would make a little contest like, “whoever wins gets to take the other on a date” or something cute like that

- He is very protective over you, not like an overbearing type but if someone is bothering you he’s gonna give them a full on death stare, probably even just take you away from that situation, and you’d be the same for him, if someone was making him uncomfortable you’d confront them about it definitely!

- He will always try to take the best care of you. He just wants to see you happy and will always take the time to do little sweet things for you. He’s so dang thoughtful and loving omg

- You also like bring out this cute playful side of him (he is a maknae after all) banter and teasing are always needed in yalls relationship, y’all are just like two kids around eachother and it’s actually so adorable.

Thank you for requesting lovely i hope you enjoy! <3

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Etta couldn’t bring herself to go home in her anger. She didn’t want her mood to rub off on the kids. Especially since her sweet pups would try to make her feel better and for the time being she just wanted to stay mad. 

Deandre did say that Kristopher stopped by the house after he knew she left and asked how he could make things up to her though he didn’t give his brother-in-law any details as to why Etta was mad. Etta simply texted Deandre to tell Kristopher to go screw himself in not as kind a manner. 

[disappointeddyke]

For your let’s get personal asks 1, 4, and 27

1. 6 of the songs you listen to most?

Lately I’m listening to these a lot: Something’s Got A Hold On Me by Etta James, Lovers On The Run by The Plastic Cherries, DVP by PUP, Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield, Cowboy Gangster Politician by Goldie Boutilier, WUSYANAME by Tyler the Creator

4. What do you think about most? Generally, I think a lot about how to be happier and lately, more specifically, about someone I recently had a falling out with.

27. What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? I absolutely cannot stand the sound of skin rubbing against carpet. It makes my skin crawl, like someone’s hand brushing against a rug or something…nope 🥴🤕. I love the sound of crickets at night!

[iraheinichen]

Day 3,265: Another Dream

Day 3,265: Another Dream

Wow. Busy day! I slept in a bit. Earned that shit. Watched a little football. Niners won, but a bunch of our players got injured. Don’t like that part. Hopefully most of them will fine soon. Went to Etta for Joe’s birthday and then over to Matt and Cat’s for her birthday, too. Came home and walked the pups, got read for ze sleeps. Now, we’re in bed listening to music from 2016 because we…

[nightingiall]

things i love about you: our rituals

a post-little do you know drabble series // story page

happy december! today marks six (!!!!!!) years since i started the december drabbles, which means it’s moniall’s anniversary! to commemorate the occasion, here’s a special lil something. also, if you want to relive my bad 2014 writing the drabbles that started it all, i will finally be posting them on wattpad. enjoy!

There used to be a time Mona hated the cold.

She couldn’t handle it. It made her feel like all her blood vessels had simply seized, wound up so tightly that she needed to find every single bit of warmth to bury herself under in order to feel like she could function again.

As she watched the tiny flurries of white drift from the sky to delicately blanket the ground in a layer of snow, she smiled to herself, remembering the first time they were here at their little cabin. It was the beginning of so much, of friendship, of love, of rituals they could seek solace in year after year. Four bedrooms, a generously sized dining room, and a roaring fireplace had somehow transformed from a simple husk of wood to a safe place, a home away from home, filled with laughter and jokes no one else would understand.

The snow picked up slightly, very quickly covering the driveway in white, and she realized that she no longer minded the cold. Not when she had this, a winter cabin filled with all the people she loved. There were even several new additions to the family, one of whom now pawed happily at her feet. She scooped the little fluffball into her arms, cradling it like a small child. “Hi, baby,” she cooed, holding the puppy up to see out the window. “Have you ever seen snow before?”

They certainly hadn’t gotten any in the city. And this sweet little pup was only a baby. Mona figured snow must be a new concept to her. She wondered if she’d like to trot around in the white slush tomorrow morning.

Niall had gotten the puppy as a surprise.

They’d arrived back from San Francisco for only a week before it happened. He had it all planned out. It was a Sunday afternoon. They’d devoured their dinner, a bottle of wine popped open, and the radio was turned to a blues station. Mona was washing up their plates in the sink when Niall had slinked up behind her, hands curled easily around her hips as he pressed his warm lips to her shoulder. “I got something for us,” he’d murmured into her hair, his voice that raspy sort of sweetness he took up when he was up to something.

She hummed, his voice a delicious vibrato down her spine. “What?”

When she’d placed the last plate in the dish rack and dried her hands on a towel, he spun her around, hands still a warm weight on her skin. The sun had already started to slink down the horizon, catching on adjacent buildings and throwing warm golden light into their apartment through the kitchen window. Niall’s eyes glimmered with it, bright blue meshing with rich gold sunlight. He was grinning widely at her in that irresistible way of his, and she let herself get whisked along with his excitement. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Okay,” she laughed, because he’d started to tug her towards the front entrance, just as the doorbell chimed. “But what is it.”

He instructed her to open the door and she eyed him suspiciously. “I promise you’re going to adore it!”

With an exasperated sigh, she did as she was told, fingers trembling slightly in anticipation. Waiting outside the door in a chestnut brown wicker basket lined with a soft white fleece blanket was the tiny little pup. Its fur matched the basket, a curly, chocolaty brown, and it was adorably nestled into itself as it slumbered peacefully.

Mona couldn’t help the way she had gasped, hands over her mouth in pure shock. “Is it ours?”

Niall was already smiling when she looked at him. “Yep. All ours.”

The excitement rushed through her like a tsunami, like champagne bubbles gushing when the bottle is opened. She almost wanted to scream but settled for a squeal instead, hopping slightly on her toes before just jumping into Niall’s arms. He laughed as she thanked him profusely, holding her close. She’d been planting the idea of getting a puppy for ages and she honestly didn’t even think he’d been considering it.

As they brought the little ball of cuteness inside, he explained that Duncan’s neighbor’s labradoodle had given birth. They’d taken them all to the vet to get checked and had been looking to give some of them away. This one was female. Like magic, “A Sunday Kind of Love” played softly on the radio, and they decided to name their newest addition to the family Etta.

“What’re you doing?” Niall was asking her now, where she was still standing in front of the window, watching the snow cover the earth.

She shrugged, still cradling the pup. “Etta’s never seen snow.”

He laughed as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe, cheeks flushed with that gorgeous pink that came from gut-busting laughter and too much whiskey. Behind him, the living room was quiet. Everyone else had probably ambled up to bed. She didn’t particularly care. It meant she got this moment all to herself, watching Niall stand there, looking soft and warm in his gray sweats and ugly Christmas sweater. She let Etta run off as she took him in, the light behind him fanning out around his head like a halo, blue eyes watching her with the world of love.

She crossed her arms as she leaned back against the countertop on the far side of the kitchen. “Did you stand there on purpose?”

He was grinning wildly, hands shoved into his pockets. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really?” She raised a brow. “So you don’t always stand under that very doorframe every year just to get a mistletoe kiss?”

He looked up, feigning shock at the unmistakable plant dangling from the wood. “Mistletoe? I didn’t even notice it there.”

A laugh bubbled out of her, and she couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to him as always, feet pulling her towards him until she was close enough to wrap her arms around his waist, close enough to graze the corner of his mouth with her lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she murmured, blood rushing at the way his breath audibly caught in his throat, his hands pressing hard into her hips. “You’ll be scamming me into these mistletoe kisses until you’re old and wrinkly.”

A grunt sounded from deep in his throat when she pressed closer, still not meeting his lips. “If the implication is that you’ll be the one to kiss me under the mistletoe when I’m old and wrinkly then yes I damn will.”

When she finally let him catch her lips with his, it was like the world fell away. Big bursts of color flashed behind her closed eyelids as he kissed her, slow and searing, arms wrapping around her waist tightly until her feet were swept right off the ground when he straightened. She giggled into his mouth when he started walking towards the living room, her feet dangling helplessly until he finally put her down in front of the couch.

“Home Alone is on,” he said breathlessly, still stealing short kisses on any bits of skin he could find. “Wanna watch?”

She huffed on a laugh. “Are you sure we’ll just watch?”

At this, he laughed too, pulling away completely. “Dunno if I can make that promise, my darlin’,” he teased, sending her a wink before retrieving a basket that was hidden under the dining table. It was only now that Mona noticed he’d moved the coffee table, spreading a sheet in the space between the couch and TV.

“What’s all this?” she asked, taken by surprise.

Niall shrugged, placing the basket down on the sheet and sitting down, tugging on her hand to do the same. “Just…something.”

Inside the basket was a loaf of the homemade bread they’d made today—still a bit warm in its paper bag—cartons of butter and jellies, a thermos, and a platter of chocolate chip cookies. Apparently, he’d put it all together when no one was watching. Her heart surged with affection for all the thought he put into everything.

They lounged about, ripping pieces of bread and pairing it with butter or jelly, sipping on hot chocolate, which was what was in the thermos. They alternated between watching the movie and watching Etta and Fudge, Harlow’s cat, prod at each other. Etta just wanted to be a friend to Fudge, who was not having it, which was quite amusing.

By the time they finished the bread, they didn’t have much room for the cookies, so they split one as they curled into each other, lounging back against the couch, laughing along to the movie. “I love you,” she murmured to him eventually, pressing a kiss to his chin because she felt so full with emotion, so much that she felt like she might just burst. They were here, in the cabin, where it all began. So much was different. And everything was just right.

Which was why, in hindsight, she probably should have expected it. The circumstances were just right, everything falling into place perfectly. She should have expected it, but she didn’t.

Because when she placed a half-asleep Etta into her makeshift bed and turned around, Niall kneeling on one knee, hands outstretched, holding a ring box, was not a sight she saw coming. Her heart stopped for a moment, eyes widened in complete shock. He hadn’t even said anything yet and she already thought she might cry.

“Mona,” he started, clearly fighting back a slew of emotions himself, “Erm, I’ll be honest, I had a whole speech planned, but my brain has just gone completely blank.” They both laughed thickly. Mona stepped closer. “That happens sometimes anyway, when it comes to you. Sometimes you look at me and I forget my own name. In fact, the first time you smiled at me, I tripped on a branch. Remember?”

She nodded, unable to form words at the moment. She remembered. It was college orientation. She had hardly known that in a few months, she’d fall in love with this boy in a log cabin and her life would change forever.

Niall took a deep breath. “The point is, I am head over heels in love with you. Everything just makes sense with you, and I have never met anyone who is perfect for me in every single way.” An inadvertent sob left her lips, just as she noticed his voice wavering. “I want to spend forever with you, doing everything and nothing, though good days and bad days. I love you so fucking much. And it would be the greatest honor of my life to be your husband.” He smiled, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “So, what d’you say…will you marry me?”

Mona sobbed through her laughter, kneeling on the ground in front of him, caressing his face in her hands and swiping away the tears that managed to slip through his lashline. “Yes. Yes, I would love nothing more. Yes yes yes.” Niall laughed and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and slipping the ring onto her finger at the same time. “I love you,” she cried into the curve of his shoulder, completely overwhelmed and yet completely at peace. All she wanted was to spend her whole life with her wonderful, beautiful sunshine boy.

It wasn’t until they both calmed down a bit that she got a good look at the ring. And even through her fuzzy eyesight, blurred by her tears, she recognized that opal stone, surrounded by tiny diamonds, as the one her mother wore for years. She had always admired it when she was a kid, always thought it was a timeless piece of jewelry.

She glanced up at him. “Is this…”

“Yeah.” He trailed a finger over the stone, holding her fingers delicately in his.

She was starting to cry again. “Mom gave it to you?”

He brushed away some of her hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. “Yeah. She said you like it, having something your dad picked out.”

Her eyes welled with tears as she hiccupped slightly in her surprise. Of course. Because along with being her mom’s, opal was also her dad’s birthstone. There was a piece of him inside of this ring and she now had the privilege of carrying it around forever. Niall thumbed away her tears and she looked at him, her heart fit to bursting as she wrapped her arms around him again, her movements so intense that he fell backwards against the sheet.

Their quiet laughter filled the room, and when she pulled back, his face was filled with such adoration, such reverence, that she found herself leaning forward to kiss him tenderly. His love spilled from his lips and into her soul. He filled her with sunshine and loved her unconditionally. Sweet, wonderful Niall. He was hers.

All hers.

~

Mona was flipping a pancake when Niall strolled into the kitchen, all soft smiles and sleepy eyes and messy bedroom hair. He huffed out a laugh at the sight of her, probably because of what she was wearing. His ugly Christmas sweater from the night before.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled, as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, fingers trailing on the hem of the sweater, grazing her skin underneath. “How does this look better on you than it ever did on me?”

She giggled at his words. She felt as though she were on cloud nine, woke up with a smile and couldn’t seem to shake it. Every so often, she’d catch a glimpse of the ring on her left hand and grin wildly to herself, sometimes wondering if she’d simply dreamt the whole night up.

But, no, she hadn’t. Because Niall was sidled up to her, chest pressed against her back as he pressed slow and hot kisses all the way up the side of her neck and down her jawline. “Good mornin’, fiancée,” he murmured, smiling wide against her skin.

She flipped her last pancake onto the platter and turned the skillet off, turning towards him to wrap her arms across his shoulders. “Good morning, future husband,” she replied, melting right into him as he kissed her slow and deep, goosebumps rippling across her skin at the words. It all felt a bit surreal.

He hummed, pressing her against the fridge, skimming his tongue along her lower lip. “I love the sound of that.”

They kept the news from their friends for a whole day. There was something fun and whimsical about it, going about their day doing mundane things with everyone, like eating breakfast or bringing Etta out into the snow for the first time, catching knowing looks from each other because no one else knew what had happened the night before. It was nice to be able to soak it all in, to enjoy it for themselves for a while, without anyone knowing.

Finally, on Christmas morning, as everyone lounged about on the couch, opening presents, they spilled. Niall was the one to announce it, telling everyone that they had news to share and pretending to be somber and melancholy. Harlow, Zayn, Liam, and Harry all froze hilariously when they caught the sudden shift in the mood, all of them sitting down and eyeing Niall and Mona carefully.

Harry was the one to ask what was wrong, and he looked so concerned that Mona couldn’t help the way the laughter just bubbled out of her. She looked at Niall, who’d started to laugh too, before holding up her left hand, the opal gem catching the light and glittering.

“We’re getting married!” they said simultaneously, and everyone was stunned into a few moments of silence before erupting into a deafening round of cheers. Harlow started crying as she hugged Mona tightly, and even the boys started tearing up a bit.

Perhaps it had been a long time coming. But it didn’t matter.

They were here now, endlessly overjoyed, popping open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

They were here now, and they had the rest of their lives to go.

[thesummerstorms]

Okay, but imagine when Koa is starting out as a baby scientifc adviser, before she moves on to being the colony leader and no longer has the time, imagine that Koa takes one or two of Mird’s pups and starts training service strill.

Kad’s life is initially too unstable to commit to that kind of thing, especially since Etta would be born still technically before the fall of the Empire, but maybe when he does eventually settle down and marry Sivvar, Sivvar has a strill (service or rescue) of some kind that eventually encourages him to take over where his sister left off? or just rehabilitate a few strill?

Sure Uncle Ordo gives a few long suffering/judgy looks at family dinners, but he can’t say anything when Mirja has Genet.

[75centralphotography]

Pup in the Grass -

The newest member of our family, Etta, lies in the summer sun.

[fbwzoo]

Back from seeing Etta/Emma again & SHE DID SO GOOD!!! She came right out of her crate and followed foster mom around, even coming within arm's reach of me!

Still very heavy stress panting for the beginning, which is as much the location as people. But she didn't hide behind foster mom almost at all the whole time, and!!! She laid down!!!!

We were all SO excited by that! She spent a lot more time watching me & Jack as well, observing our behavior and listening to our talking.

She and Spring did really well, she still mostly ignored him while she coped with the rest of the situation. But he asked her to play a couple times, and did great being redirected away from her.

We got more information on her anxiety meds & how they manage necessary care, and more about her resource guarding and some other stuff. Bringing her home is gonna be a bit of a crapshoot to see what she regresses on, what she does, how quickly she adjusts, etc. We'll be setting up lots of options for her so she can decide where she feels safe, and have access to what she needs from that spot.

And speaking of.... it sounds like we'll be bringing her home on the 14th!! A week & a half!!!! Apparently we have fully won approval of everyone with our experience & willingness to do what Emma needs. Foster mom is going to be gone for part of the month, which would interrupt meetings. So they said it was up to us, they were happy for us to take her whenever. This will give us enough time to finish setting things up for her & be ready!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

[howl-of-the-blood]

The Separation [part 1]

The following event occurs several months before the main story.

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Nichisa - the one who laughs the loudest.

Etta - the one whose hands are skilled.

Messa - the one that remembers everything.

Khre - the one who swims like a frog.

Rzay - the one whose legs are fastest.

Nuoh - the one who likes birds.

And...

“Ino!”

Tonn-acha’s voice has been weak and hoarse for a very long time now. He moves with difficulty, losing his breath after a couple of steps; his eyes can barely distinguish faces of his kin and ever so often he would wail in excruciating pain because his very bones are crumbling. Unlike his aged body - I don’t think even Tonn-acha knows how many springs he has witnessed - his mind is as sharp and attentive as ever.

That’s why I expected this. I slowly stand up, followed by Ulsa, Amto and others, to calmly great our clan’s acha.

Sun is close to submerging in its resting place, far away in the Eternal Waters, and cold wind still smells of snow. Forest is yet to awaken from its winter slumber.

I and twelve other Wolcheks had gathered about half an hour walk away from our clan’s settlement. Scattered here and there we sat in silence for some time, lost in the dark paths of our thoughts. We already decided what must be done and we were forlornly aware of the consequences. But more than future, we were afraid of the past.

Tonn-acha takes his stand couple of meters away from our group, leans on his walking stick and begins to cough his lungs out. Nobody assists him - everyone knows that Tonn-acha can throw a mean punch in the guts if he’s insulted. Only Khirina-ai, slender and beautiful like a birch, puts her small hand on Tonn-acha’s back. Our eyes meet.

Even after ten years I can still smell her skin just by looking at her. My nostrils are overpowered by aroma of tea leaves, bee honey and chestnuts as if my face is sliding down her neck at this exact moment. I am softly blinded by memories of my first kiss, first embrace and first bonding with a woman. I remember when her long, silvery white hair and her colourful necklaces were her only garments for days when we first started bonding. A smile almost escapes my lips.

With a final rattle, Tonn-acha spits out whatever was chocking him and squints at me. I recall how fearsome and sagacious this man used to be - every young warrior wanted to become just like him. It is almost unbelievable that this is the same person: those once intense eyes are now dim like two rocks; the useless, grisly yellow teeth in his mouth are broken and dull, and his tail is shabby like an overused broom. This is an old, old Wolchek. “Ino, come closer.”

I take a step forward; there was no need to come any closer to the old man - he only wished to know at whom he should yell but his eyes needed some aid.

“Why?”, he asks. I remain silent. I am aware he knows all the answers and his questions are only game of power. “Why?” his rasp question is followed by a concerning sigh. “Why are you dividing our clan?”

“Don’t blame all of this on him!” Ulsa interrupts. “We have to do this. They deserve a rest.”

“The risk is too big, Ulsa.” Tei, Ulsa’s other soul, is next to Tonn-acha and has been opposing to our plan from the beginning. No wonder, though - he is afraid of humans more than anyone I know. “You could lose your life.”

Tonn-acha hits Tei’s chest with his stick. Young man gasps in surprise and pain but backs away without complaint.

“That is not why they shouldn’t do it.” Tonn-acha glares at me for a long time and everybody waits in silence for what he has to say. “Humans will get mad like they easily do. They will seek retribution and hunt us down - not only our clan but others as well. Oh yes, we will be able to hide and we will be able to regrow in time, but the cost... Are you even aware of the cost of your actions, you insolent pup!”

I take in a deep breath. This man is my acha, my guardian, my teacher and my parent. But he had lost vitality, he lost all of his boldness long time ago. He is so close to death that he now barely cares for the needs and hopes of the living.

Khirina-ai watches me with cold eyes, almost scrutinizing me like I’m an outsider, someone unfamiliar. Someone dangerous. “They are in pain,” I respond. “They suffer.”

Khirina-ai shakes her head slowly. A cold air envelopes me and I grit my teeth. “You know why.” Her voice is deep and strong, resonating like an autumn’s rain. “Their souls are waiting for their murderer. Their pain will end eventually.”

I scowl. I talked to her about it. Three times I approached her and confided to her - but she didn’t listen.

“No!” Ulsa shrieks with her eyes wide from sorrow and anguish. “No. Nichisa... My dear, dear little sister, she... She cries. She visits me when I sleep, kneels next to me and cries. Doesn’t say anything, just - weeps and sobs. That’s wrong. Something is wrong.”

Khirina-ai tilts her head giving Ulsa a sympathetic smile, similar to a mother’s when she hears her child’s silly request. “Ulsa, it doesn’t make sense. Just think about it - there must be something else worrying you to dream about your sister so vividly after twenty years?”

Ulsa blinks in confusion.”W-what do you mean?”

With a knowledgeable smile, beaming from pride and joy, Khirina-ai exclaims: “Why, I believe you are with child!”

Ulsa blinks again, gaping at Khirina-ai like a startled toad, and then timidly places the palm of her hand on her belly.

There is a growing storm beneath my heart. An acidic bitterness that gnaws my flesh and streams through my veins. I know Khirina-ai’s tricks - honey is dripping, oozing from her mouth, her gaze is as soft as a supplest petal, her hands gentle like a spring breeze. She lulls you with her kind words and smiles, and then you move to her will believing it is your own desire. Khirina-ai is our leader, our caregiver and mother. The shepherdess of our dreams.

-

[end of part 1]

[xplorer-rabbit]

Day 2- August 2018 Gradblr challenge

Pending items from yesterday:

Finish putting up clean and folded laundry- get it off the back of the couch

Dishes

Check and update at least 2 modules for online course

Check what is needed for F31 grant (prep in advance of grant writing class)

Continue cleaning results section of the GSW and pain in SCI paper

Release the new queen bee- must check with FIL first

What I did today: 

Test someone for our DOD study- severe dementia with behavioral problems

Provide moral support for a co-worker having to train a bunch of nurses on a new protocol

Finish the dishes

Update 2 modules for today, 2 modules from yesterday, plus one module as penance- This means only 2 more modules! WOOT!

Read the  F31 stuff in more detail & found an RFA to present to the class

Discovered I need to reanalyze the data for the GSW paper I’ve been cleaning because the girl who was using this for her thesis left it in a HOT MESS

I may have also semi-volunteered myself to serve as a Graduate School Senator for my department... Can I hire someone to smack me when I do things like this? 

I feel like that’s a good bit for one day and I have a library book to finish. It’s finally raining at my house WHILE I am here!!! I’ve been relaxing with the book, the pups, and a nice mug of tea in my favorite chair next to the window in my office. Life is good (even if the power is flickering). Hope everyone is doing well and crushing their goals for this challenge. Etta and Willa send their love. 

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Being that she was married now, Etta decided it had bee far too long since she had been home to visit her family, it was time for her pups to meet their aunts and Uncles and cousins and grandmother. 

[mariaoglesbyart]

Finished Etta portrait! I used to pet sit for her, and she was the sweetest pup - she was a lab/corgi mix and super adorable - lab body with teeny tiny legs, and always extremely friendly. This one was a little less detailed than usual (blurry photo), but I do really like how the colors came out. . . . . . . #mariaoglesbyart #labmix #corgimix #dogsofinstagram #petportrait #watercolor #watercolorpainting https://www.instagram.com/p/CXnIflBrH8J/?utm_medium=tumblr

[josephkitchen0]

List: The Best Chicken Names — A to Z

Dreaming up the perfect baby chick names is one of the most exciting parts of starting or adding to a flock.

If you need inspiration, our readers and fans are here to help. Take a look at these good chicken name suggestions!

If you’ve got your own list of good chicken names, share your fun ideas in the comments below and we’ll add them here.

  GOOD CHICKEN NAMES (in alphabetical order):

• Abby • Abednego • Adele • Aflac • Albert  • Amelia Egghart • Angel • Angelica • Anna • Annie • Antonina • April • Astrid • Aurora • Autumn • Ava Chanel • Avaleach • Bandit • Batgirl • Beaky • Beakster • Bean • Beatrice • Beethoven “Lil Miss B” • Bella • Belle • Belmont• Benipe • Benny & Joon • Bernice • Betsy • Birdie • Billie Jean • Biscuit • Black Beauty • Blanche • Black Betty • Blue • Bluebelle • Bob, Not Bob & Robert • Bongo • Boomer • Bread & Butter • Breakfast • Brownie • Buck • Buffalo Wings • Buffy • Burger • Buttercup • Butterfinger • Buffy • Bunny • Cammi • Caribou • Carl • Caruso • Cecelia • Charlie • Charlotte • Cheek Cheek • Cheeky • Che r• Chickeel O’Neil • Chicken Patty • Chipmunk Extra Toes • Chippy • Chips & Cheese • Cholula • Cinnamon • Cinnamon & Sugar • Clairetta • Clarabelle • Clarisse • Clover • Cockadoodledoo • Coco • Coconut • Colton • Cookie • Cookie & Cream • Cookies & Cream • Copper • Cornbread Jones • Cotton • Cowie • Cracker • Crooked Toes • Crossy Road • Crow • Cupcake • Cutie Pie • Daisy • Daliah • Daisy Duck • Delta • Dixie • Dolly • Dorothy • Dory • Dottie Kay • Drumstick • Duck Duck • Duckie Momo • Duckiegirl • Duke • Dusty & Bunny • Earth, Wind & Fire • Easter • Edith • Edna & Elle • Egger • Eggy Sue • Elphaba • Ella • Elsa • Elvis • Emily • Ena • Ester • Esther • Ethel • Etta-leghorn • Eugene • Fancy Boy • Fancy Feet • Farrah • Featherfluff, Featherball, & Featherywhite • Fiesta • Flash • Fleeker • Fleur • Flo • Floyd Frizzles • Fluff • Fluffy • Fluffy Butt • Flutters • Former Penguin, The • Franchesca • Francine • Frank • Franny • Freckles • Gabrielle • Ginger • Girlie • Gladys & The Peeps • Glenda • Goldiboks • Goldie • Gossie • Gracie • Grace• Grey • Gumdrop • Handsome • Happy Feet • Hartley-Rose • Hay Hay • Heddy • Henny & Penny • Henny Penny • Henrietta • Henry • Honey & Butter • Hoot • Hope • Huey, Duey, & Louie • Inky • Iris • Jacqueline • Jasper • Jewel • Jo • Joan • Jolene • Juan • Judy B Jones • Junebug • Junior • Kate • Katie Scarlet • Katy • Ken • Kiev • Kira • Lady • Ladybug • Larry, Moe & Curly • Lash • Laverne • Layla • Lay Verne • Lemon • Leonie • Lil’ Peeper • Lime • Little Maggie • Littles • Livean • Liza • Logan • Lola • Lorettie • Louise • Lucille • Lucille Ball • Lucy • Lulu • LuluBocko Brahma • Luna & Star • Madea • Madison • Mae • Maggie May • Maisy & Daisy • Maple • Margarita • Marge • Marigold • Marsala • Mary Ann • Mary Poopins • Matilda • May • Meg • Melissa • Memphis • Merecy • Meshach • Michelle • Midnight • Millicent • Millie Justice • Minnie • Miss Prissy • Mohawk • Mohawk Extra Toes • Molly • Moo Shu • Mother Clucker • Mrs. Hughes • Ms. Speck • Muffin • Muffs • Mumble • Meena, Myna & Moe • Nani • Napoleon • Nebucadnezzar • Netty • Nightstorm • Nilly • Nugget • Nutmeg • Nellie Anne • Oakley • Olive • Olivia • Omelet • Opal • Ophelia • Owlette • Pancho & Cisco • Panda • Parmesan • Paula Dean • Peach • Peanuts • Pearl • Pebbles • Pecky • Peckster • Pee Wee • Peep • Peeper • Penelope • Penny • Penguin, The • Petite • Phoebe • Phoenix • Piccata • Picket • Pinecone • Pinky Pie • Pipsqueak • Polka & Dot • Popcorn • Posey • Potpie • Princess Leia • Puff • Pup • Qawi • Reba • Red Wing • Reese & Puff • Remington • Rene • Rhonda • Roberta • Robin • Rose • Rosey • Rosie • RosieLilly • Roxanne • Ruby • Ruffie • Ruggles • Ruth Layer-Hensberg • Salt & Pepper • Samantha • Sand Piper • Sassy • Scarlet • Seven • Shadow • Shadrach • Shirlay • Silky Boy • Skitters • Skittles • Smalls • Snicker & Doodle • Snooki • Snow White • Snowy • Sophie • Spangler • Speedy 1 & 2 • Spitzy • Spice • Spike • Squirt • Star • Stella • Strider • Sugar • Summer • Sunny • Sunshine • Susie Q (Curly) • Sweet Pea • Sweetie • Tamar • Tetrazzini • Three Amigos • Tikka • Tillie • Tinsy • Tips • Tom & Jerry • Toto • Tulip • Thomas Train Engines: Annie, Clarabell, Emily, Henrietta, and Rosie • Vanilla • Velvet • Vera • Veronica • Vigorous • Vinny • Violet • Wickles • Wilhelmina • Wilma & Betty • Winny • Winston • Xana the Warrior • Yeti • Yeti & Yoda • Zigster • Zippy

Fun Comments About Good Chicken Names: 

• My hens will be named after famous chicken dishes: Marsala, Piccata (or Peckata ), Tikka, and Potpie. If I get a rooster, he would be named Kiev. — Evie Kuran Dieck

• We had three chicks hatch a week and a half before Easter, so we call them the Three Amigos. They made for fun pictures of my granddaughter & niece for Easter also. — Jamie N Ryan Debons

The Three Amigos — Jaime N Ryan Debons

  Novalynn, Jadelyn, and The Three Amigos — Jamie and Ryan Debons

• I have about 35 but started naming the most friendly. Right now we have Dempsey, she was injured at birth by another brood hen. Then Dottie, our blue splash Marans. This one pictured is Opal, our little Aloha hen. We also have: Spike, Bongo, Wickles, Velvet, Daisy, Pearl, Peanuts, Violet, Skitters, Ruffie, Puff, Mohawk, Nilly, Fancy Feet, and Littles. — Sheila Bishop

Opal — Sheila Bishop

• Three of the first four I got were named after the Schuyler sisters in Hamilton … Angelica, Eliza, and Pecky (Pecky is a play on the actual name of the 3rd sister, Peggy) and the 4th was named Dawn by my daughter, the next two were named after the Patil twins in Harry Potter … Padma and Parvati, but Parvati was soon found out to be a cockerel, so his name changed to Pavarotti; the next two were named Velma and Daphne from Scooby Doo, but sadly we lost Daphne to a hawk. I’m getting 4 more this Spring to complete my backyard flock and I’m hoping to stick to literary names! — Jessica Lancaster

• I’ve got 13! Amelia, Beatrice, Lucy, Ethel, Mrs. Hughes, Ms. Speck, Dorothy, Blanche, Rose. The other four I’m letting friends and family name and they haven’t decided yet. I’m about to name them after some favorite book characters if they don’t get with it! — Lori Worcester

• Out of 12 we have named a few. We have a Rhode Island Red named Lucy, after Lucile Ball of I Love Lucy, another Rhode Island Red named Ginger who is best buds with a Plymouth Barred Rock named Mary Ann, both named after the lovely characters of Gilligan’s Island. Then there is Nugget, he “or” she is an Ameracauna. — Eduardo Cabello

• Two Light Brahmas named Salt & Pepper. One Black Cochin and one White Cochin named Glenda (the white one) and Elphaba (black one). My Easter Eggers names will be Dorothy and Toto. — Tina Rogers-Higgins

• Chicken Patty, Henny Penny, Mary Poopins, Edith, Edna and Elle. — Corice Boyer

• Princess Leia. She doesn’t lay many eggs but hangs around the nest boxes a lot keeping order so her nickname is “The Janitor.” — Steve Tomashek

Princess Leia — Steve Tomashek

• My dinosaur obsessed five year old named our new three Blue, Charlie, and Delta. He calls them his pack of raptors. — Sarah Goodwin

• This year our new chicks are Shadow, Nightstorm, Angel, Summer, Ginger, Rosie, Bandit, Jewel, Pearl, Ruby, and Franchesca. Last year’s survivors are Anna (Elsa was killed by a neighbor’s dog), Thorn, Blackbeard, and two Barred Rocks with no/super fluid names. Our original flock are Prudence, Goldilocks, Snow White, Perry, Lulu, Henrietta, Napoleon. And roosters are Drumstick and Mr. Wattles. Can you tell I have kids? Ha Ha — Malissa Cline

• Roberta (after my husband), Henrietta, Ruby, April, Amelia, Ophelia, Clairetta, Red Wing, and Matilda who turned into Matthew once we learned he is a rooster! — Jamie Frazier-Olson

• Carl, Samantha, Juan, and Aflac! Juan is in the front. (The only one we can tell apart because of the light beak) Also, Juan might be Juanita! Started to hear quack sounds today. — Ashley Marie Rettig

Carl, Samantha, Juan, and Aflac — Ashley Marie Rettig

• I have three roosters named Bob, Not Bob, and Robert. Only two of the girls have names, Red (my Rhode Island Red) and Black Betty (Barred Rock) all the others are just Hey “Ladies.” — Heather Herendeen

• We have Benny & Joon, Wilma and Betty, Stella, Lola, Miss Prissy, Pj’s, Coffee, Teeth (the last 3 were named by our 5 year old), Yeller and Whitey (both named by our 3 year old). — Desi Becht

• Only named one of the 8 so far. Turns out she is blind. I named her Tillie. — Kelley Jane Kloub

Tillie — Kelley Jane Kloub

• Phoebe, Molly, Dixie, Penelope, Grace, Charlotte, Amelia, Coco, Olivia, Kate, Sophie. — Kathy Hansen Mulready

• My four kids ages 11, 9, 7, and 4 named ours: Vigorous, Peckster, Pep, Pipsqueak, Vinny, Cross Road,  Picket,  Freckles,  Cockadoodledoo,  Tips,  Beakster,  Robin,  Beaky,  Scarlet,  Ruby,  Cowie,  Cheeky, Pebbles, Drumstick, Clover, Mae, Penny, Tinsy, Zippy, Smalls, Merecy, Zigster, And our ducks: Duckie, Momo, Daisy Duck. — Amber Marie Wert

• Ken and Seven (# of toes!) Pictures here. Not seen are Gumdrop, Posey, Muffs, and Belle. — Meg McCreary Youngblood

Ken and Seven —Meg McCreary Youngblood

• Our ducks are Duck Duck and Ginger. Our chicks are Pup, Pinky Pie, Sweetie, Brownie, Sugar, and Spice. Named by my five and six year olds. — Kelly Hughes

• Buff Orpingtons are Bread and Butter. Light Brahmas are Vera and Francine. With my other hens the flock is known as Gladys and the Peeps. — Lucille Gardner

• Fluff, Emily (my 4 year old’s idea), Dorothy, Blanche, Popcorn and Moo Shu. — Emily Powell

• Cookie and Cream, Henny and Penny, Minnie, Daisy, and Clarebelle. — Sharon Krouse Miller

• Snicker and Doodle, Salt and Pepper, Dusty and Bunny, Luna and Star, Honey and Butter, Cinnamon and Sugar, and Sunny … we got a little carried away. — Sherri Grant

• Our Buff Orpington is Sunshine; Blue Ameracauna is Bluebelle; others are Sweetpea & Ladybug. — Gaylene Taylor Davidson

• Napoleon is my rooster, than Xena the warrior, she steals worms from the others, Katy, Gabrielle, Omelet, Annie, Oakley, Laverne and Petite. — Diane Zapka Christensen

• Vanilla, Cinnamon, Nutmeg and Ginger. — Irma Hladek

Vanilla, Cinnamon, Nutmeg and Ginger.

• Judy B Jones and Cupcake, named by my daughter. — Britni Davidson

• We have: Joan, Iris, Ester, Lucille, Ruby, Roxanne, Avaleach, Melissa, and Rosey. — Brenna Nicole

Joan, Iris, Ester, Lucille, Ruby, Roxanne, Avaleach, Melissa, and Rosey. — Brenna Nicole

• My current girls are Ethyl, Veronica, and Buffy. Previously: Biscuit (Leghorn), Cholula, Fiesta, Margarita, (Aracaunas), and Penny (Rhode Island Red)

• My kids named the buff Elvis and the leghorns are Huey, Duey, and Louie.

• My Red Star is Ruby. I have two Buff Orpingtons named Birdie and Betsy. My Four white Plywood Rocks are Ashley, Abby, Madison and Ruth Layer-Hensberg. — Rebecca Joy

• We got two adding to the group. Our first rooster we named Henry and Etta-leghorns (like Henrietta). — Dana Alexander-Brown

• We have speedy 1&2, we also have happy feet (chick was born with a deformed leg) and several others we have not named yet. — Jennifer Thompson

• We just got a Katie Scarlet, BlueBelle, Millie Justice, Effie Mae, and a Liberty Belle. — Shannon Briles Kana

• Dunkin (The Yorkie), Nugget (Top), Gossie (Left) and Bean (Right)! — Nicole Contos

Dunkin, Nugget, Gossie (Left) and Bean — Nicole Contos

• I have Panda, Cheek Cheek (my two year old named her), Nani, Goldiboks, Reese and Puff, and Dory. — Jessica Ogle

• I have four chicks named Jo, Meg, Rhonda, and Clarisse. Our granddaughter loves them! — Julie Sorenson

Jo, Meg, Rhonda, and Clarisse — Julie Sorenson

• Michelle, Junior and Belmont — Suzanne Morrell Crutcher

Michelle, Junior and Belmont — Suzanne Morrell Crutcher

• Miss Prissy, Peepers, Lucy, Sunshine, and Scarlet. We love them. — Glenda Szoka

• I quit naming after the first year. When I have nearly 100 birds… there is no keeping that straight. — Smantha Martin

• Cracker, Muffin, Cookies and Cream, Memphis, Phoenix, Ruffles, Hartley-Rose, Snowy, Black Beauty, GC, and BB. — Alyson Jayne

• Dottie Kay, Nellie Anne, and Ava Chanel (Ava cuz I love my truck – avalanche and both are black). — Robyn Smith-Demeuse

• Named my girls after my great, great aunts… Henrietta (Rhetta), Sophia (Hia), Matilda (Tilda) and Wilhelmina (Mina). — Heidi G. Malin

• Franny, Netty, Junebug, Bella, Winny, Snooki, Chippy and Jacqueline. The whole family got in on the naming process. — Bonnie Rolfes Duffy

Franny, Netty, Junebug, Bella, Winny, Snooki, Chippy and Jacqueline. — Bonnie Rolfes Duffy

• Amiga, Crazy Dot, lil’Peeper, Squirt, and the Barney’s. Who knows if they will stick. — Jody Eubanks

• My son named ours the bantam is flash the RIR is Supergirl and our Plymouth is Batgirl. — Kimberly Flenory

Batgirl and Supergirl — Kimberly Flenory

• Adele…. because she never stopped chirpin. — Aimee McGlinchey

• Amelia, my Cuckoo Maran. — Kathy Hansen Mulready

Amelia — Kathy Hansen-Mulready

• Anna and Elsa…guess who has a  granddaughter! — Rivkah B’racha

Anna and Elsa — Rivkah B’racha

• We have 10 girls, most have boy names though. Our girls are Nebucadnezzar, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, Strider, Hay Hay, Benipe, Hope, Charlotte, and Marge. — Tricia Sengul

• My boys named our Silkie/Sultan X’s (from back to front) Yeti, Cotton, and Lash. Lash had buff colored fluff over eyes at birth. — Jennifer Fox-Malechikos

Silkie/Sultan X’s (from back to front), Yeti, Cotton, and Lash — Jennifer Fox-Malechikos

• Lacey the Golden Lace Wyndotte; Goldie the Buff Orpington; Pearl the Silver Grey Dorking; Easter the Cream Legbar; Chickaletta the Silver Laced Cochrin. — Sarah Haly

• I named each batch of new arrivals out of new friends I had made! But roosters were always Handsome. — Cecile Jordan

• Buttercup and Fluffy Butt, named by a 3 year old. — Linda Terrell Nunes

• Copper, Edith, Bernice, Aurora (after Shirley McLaine’s character in Terms of Endearment), Ella, Pepper, Henry, Olive, and Antonina — Anna Atwell

• My girls are Minnie, Daisy, Clarabelle, Owlette, Dorothy, Rose & Blanche. — Miranda Craig

• Crooked Toes, Chipmunk Extra Toes, Mohawk Extra Toes, The Penguin, and The Former Penguin — Jes Marie Stark

• Rosie and Ginger, RIRs; Summer and Autumn, Wellsummers; Stormy and Puff (Cochins) — Lauren Linares

Rosie, Ginger, Summer, Autumn, Stormy, and Puff — Lauren Linares

• Mary Poopins — Spruce Ledge Farms

• Caruso (may or may not be a pullet), Rene, Leonie and Kira. Have one more opera singer to go! — Judy Biller

• Sam and Ella. (Y’know, “samanella”) — Christie Fletcher Munsell

• Jasper and Cammi — Jim Desjardins

• Sweet Pea — Dana Adkins

Sweet Pea — Dana Adkins

• Belle — Miranda Holland

Belle — Miranda Holland

• We named her Hoot. — Cheryl Foster

• Louise — Jodi Vaske

• Susie Q (Curly) — Eliza Hoffman

Susie Q (Curly) — Eliza Hoffman

• Penelope, Daliah, Marigold and Beatrice — Lindsay Mc

• Chickel O’Neill, Bocko Brahma, Omelet — Sarah Spiegel

• Fleeker, Boomer, Flo, Chips and Cheese — Ang Joh

• Caden’s duckling is named Frank! — Sue McNaughton

• Hens: [Australorp] Madea; [Buff Orph] Girlie; [3 Red Sex Links] Lucille Ball; [Random brown dotted hen] Pinecone; [White something] Snow White; [Bantam Chick ] Cher; [female mallard duck] Duckiegirl; [indian runner duckling pair] Pancho & Cisco. — Carie Jarrell

• Albert

Albert — Nichole Langmeyer

• Our last lot were named Burger, Tikka & Nugget. — Melinda Maclay-Ross

• Inky, Heddy, Cotton & Blue. — Robyn Grace Jennings

• Polka and Dot, Maisy and Daisy, Pearl, Buck, Lorettie, Dolly — Billie Jo Maedke

• My Easter Egger is named Bunny. — Linda Marie

• Mother Clucker, Ruby, Mumble, and Flutters. — Amanda Bland

• My kids named ours Featherfluff, Featherball, and Featherywhite. — Sarah Ritchie

• Olive, Ginger, Sunny, Lulu, Cookie, Gracie, Pearl — Ana Crowley

• Fluffy — Karen Atteberry

• Layla, Jolene, Cecelia, Maggie May, Billie Jean and Roxanne — Jen Next

• Tom, Jerry, Egger, Midnight, Yedi and Yoda — DeeDee Bricker

• My four chicks are, Ena, Meena, Myna and Moe. — Loretta Aranha

• Cecila, Floyd Frizzles — Deborah Young

• Esther, Tamar, and May — Kimberly Gunlock Walter

• Stella, Crow, LuLu, and Clover — Mandy Hopper

• Farrah, Sassy, Spike, and Pee Wee. — Kathy Barnett

• Larry, Moe, and Curly — Donna Grayson

Larry, Moe, and Curly — Donna Grayson

• Maple — Jennifer Orme

Maple — Jennifer Orme

• The Chicken Nuggets: Amelia Egghart, Eggy Sue, and Henrietta. — Emily Samms

Amelia Egghart, Eggy Sue, and Henrietta — Emily Samms

• Chica Poo Poo’s: Dolly, Reba, Lucy, Bella, Violet, Winston, Remington, Caribou, Ruby — Teri Foster

Dolly, Reba, Lucy, Bella,Violet, Winston , Remington, Caribou, and Ruby. — Teri Foster

• First play date outside. Penelope. — Erin Carlson

Penelope — Erin Carlson

• Iris — Angelina Turnbull

Iris — Angelina Turnbull

• Our boys love Thomas the train so our girls are all Thomas the Train engines: Annie, Clarabell, Emily, Henrietta, and Rosie. — Deanna Poehlman

Annie, Clarabell, Emily, Henrietta, and Rosie — Deanna Poehlman

• My 3 girls named Buttercup, Tulip, & Violet.

Buttercup, Tulip, & Violet

• Pekin babies named Little Maggie, and Panda. — Jane Germain

Little Maggie and Panda — Jane Germain

• Easter Eggers for Easter named Sunshine and Lady. Sunshine is the lighter yellow and Lady is the one with her eye liner on, her roots done and her Beak is always yapping! — Stephanie Klein

Sunshine and Lady — Stephanie Klein

• The Newcomers: Eugene a Silkie, Logan a Silkie, Livean a Belgian Mille Fleur, Fleur a B. Mille Fleur, Millicent a B. Mille Fleur, and Spangler a Silver Sebright. — Esther Grummet

• Arg Matey! Bethoven, “Lil Miss B.” — Jamie Schreck

• Owl or chick??!! Meet Hoot. We thought she looked so much like an owl we named her Hoot. — Rachel Lindsey

Hoot — Rachel Lindsey

• Skittles — Brittany Sullivan

Skittles — Brittany Sullivan

Do you have good chicken names? Share them in the comments below!

List: The Best Chicken Names — A to Z was originally posted by All About Chickens

[thesummerstorms]

Etta Tenau has a black-and-chocolate-brown colored strill named Drasha that’s actually older than her aunt, but still thinks it’s a pup.

Given strill life-spans,it might actually still be a pup.

It’s one of Mird’s descendants, so it’s wickedly smart and pretty well bonded to the family. It bonded with Etta when she was still an infant. Jateka, Etta’s mother, was beyond exasperated, as was Kad’s eventual husband, Sivvar, but Kad is delighted because he remembers, hazily, Mird’s visits during his own childhood, and this is exactly what he was hoping for.

He will never confess to that aloud, lest his husband or best friend strangle him.

Somehow Drasha always finds its way into Etta and Sivvar’s paints. Koa thinks this is hilarious, even more so once Drasha accidentally painted a NEw Republic diplomat green with its tail.

It thinks it’s more dignified than it is.

It’s very good at scouting and guarding, less so in outright attacking, which suits Etta perfectly well. Given its origin, it’s remarkably well adapted to work with Force-users, not that Etta would ever admit that to anyone but her family. It also comes at a disadvantage when whatever flavor of hostile Force-user shows up, because Drasha is so used to obeying Etta’s Force-suggestions and relying on Etta’s senses.

Drasha is mostly of even temperament, but it’s very eager that everyone, including Etta, know that it’s the boss. Mird and Ordo are both unamused.