In Memory of Grill Chicken…

Well folks, I have sad news.  My Miss Chicken dissapeared about a week ago and has not come home. We don’t know exactly what happened to her, but I have not found her. 

We are gearing up to head away from the mountains before too long and make our way across the rest of the country. Sadly, it will be without my feathered friend in tow… she was a very lucky chicken to make it to Oregon and back and make some fans on the way…but won’t get to continue her adventure across the rest of the country.   She really was a joy for me to have, it was just a lot shorter than I thought it would be… I never knew I would like to have a chicken until I had her, what a silly and fun pet… and many times not even chicken-like! I know she had many fans from all over but her little story sadly has to end.

Grill relaxing on the porch just a couple weeks ago

 

Meet Gus… a fish of gold!

Gus, a true fish of gold!

I thought it would be good to introduce you to my pet goldfish Gus.  Gus has quite the story for such a scaley little fellow.  First, let me tell you that he is not just any fish, but a fish that  is now over 6 years old and has traveled from Kansas to Oregon. As many know and have experienced, once goldfish are  “home” it is a gamble as to how long they will survive in their new environment.  Gus has lived his entire life from this clear yet distorted blown glass bowl and could not be happier!  I bought him at a super Wal-Mart in Salina, Kansas for a whopping &.10 during freshman orientation day…. in 2003!  So, his “home” life just surpassed 6 years. Can you believe it?

I brought him home to my dorm room in August of 2003 with 2 buddies but he was the only one still alive by day 2. I had high hopes for him but wanted to wait on giving him an official name. Each day was a pleasent suprise when I woke to see him still swimming! He made it through my first semester but I was flying home for Christmas break and had to leave him to “finn” for himself.  No fish on the plane… obviously (even if he fit in a 3 ounce container).  I left a note on my dorm door that said “if anyone has a key to this room that sees this message, please feed  my fish”!   I came back 2.5 weeks later to find little Gus still swimming! I don’t know if and how much he got to eat, but he was still alive!

Another semester came and went and Gus was still a-swimming! I decided it would be a good time to give him his official name. Gus is was!   Fish are the only “pet” allowed in the dorms so many try and most fail at keeping them alive with the exception of beta fish (which Gus has lived twice as long as my beta I got the same day).  Suprisingly, I did none of the different things that people try like treating the water, adding bubbles, heaters or constantly testing the Ph… I just used tap water and fed the little guy. He stayed in Kansas 2 full summers and 2 more Christmas breaks (this time in the good care of friends!).

He not only survived he thrived! Gus has quite the personality and began to recognize regular visitors to our room! If he did not know them he would swim to the back of his bowl and stare. If it was a regular attender he would come to front and dance back and forth in sheer excitement! As if he was shouting ….”People, I love people, I know you, feed me… feed me…!!”

His Kansas Christmas breaks were always a little rough though… this first one he spent hungry and the last one he spent a little too toasty…  He stayed with some good friends at their home and while they were away for Christmas weekend they had a problem with the heater in their house and it got so hot inside that candles melted into liquid.  They got home just in time before there were major issues… the water was so warm in Gus’ bowl that when they took him outside the water was steaming and he was on the top floating on his side…near belly up. Well, a trooper for sure because he bounced back for his “senior year” at college!  So in May of 2006 he made the road trip back to Oregon with my mom and my brother in his car since I had to stay to fly out for Track Nationals in CA. Since then Gus has grown steadily and has spent most of his time at home with his “grandparents”. 

He has spent time in a few places in KS, possibly went to OK and has been to my grandmas house, my aunt and uncles house a few times and already has many fans from his adventures thus far!

He may have a very large adventrue coming up this summer and beyond! We may have to see how he “finns” at 10,000 feet as an official  Lost Trail Ranch goldfish!  Him and Grill Chicken may be road trip buddies…  I will post the adventures and updates of both of my special pets as they happen!

The “dirty” dance!

 

I am bound to get a good video of her “dirty” dance sometime.  I walked by her having a serious dust bath the other day… I mean dirt and dust was flying everywhere! I could not get my camera fast enough to get the main part….but here is what I did get!

“Grill Chicken” lives on!

Ms. Grill Chicken!

Ms. Grill Chicken!

Well folks, here she is… Ms. Grill Chicken!

I’ve  heard it said that a nickname will really stick with ya… well this is obviously the case for this lady!  Ms. Grill Chicken is really living up to her name.  She traveled half way across the country from her grill in Colorado to find a new one to hang on in Oregon!

Queen of the Yard

Ms. Chicken has really settled into her new home.  She spends all day out and about in the yard. She has about an acre, with the whole world at her feet if she chooses but she prefers to stay around home where the people are… or in some cases… where the deer are..  On an average day we have anywhere from 3 to 5 deer hanging out in the yard.  You can see in the pictures below she is with her “deer” friends!
 

“Happy Chickens live in Oregon”

So, many of you have already heard this but…

I have a chicken.

 A real-deal, egg laying, chicken!  This “Grill-Chicken” has quite the story as well!  So her adventure continues….

I was offered to take this girl home with me to Oregon at the end of the summer! Of course I wanted her, but convincing my parents (and when I say parents… my father) that we needed a chicken!

So first I simply asked:

Can I bring a chicken home?

Then with not getting a resounding YES…I wrote wrote the following “Happy Chickens live in Oregon” add and sent it:

Grill Chicken!

“Hello, my name is Grill Chicken, or so they call me, but I am much more fancy and sofisticated than my name portrays. My people call me this because, well,  I sleep by the grill.  This may not be my first choice, but what is a sweet ol’ hen to do? I would much rather be roosted with my fellow ladies in the warm hen-house but (chicks cover your ears) they have all died a tragic death and I was left beat up but alive to tell the story (because I comminicate so well, at least that is what they told me)…. and now the new flock won’t accept me and somehow I fell to the bottom of the pecking order.  I have been graciously saved and was nursed back to health, and I just well….anyways, I always get carried away with chatter, but oh well, moving on. The winter will come soon and winters up here are how do I say it – BAWK  (I could not get the translation here) so the reason I am writing this add is because I hear happy chickens are from Oregon and I have always wanted to go to Oregon and well folks I want to be happy…..so PICK ME …..PICK ME!!! Oh and I am very modest, but I have a wonderful, friendly bubbly personality and will pay rent, apparently an egg a day keeps the land-lord away.

So, she was put in a wonderful chicken (breathing) friendly box by Forrest and was loaded up shot-gun in my truck and us two gals hit the road! Gin wrote a little post about us on the road.

Me and Grill Chicken loaded up!

More to come about Ms.Chicken and her new “happy” home!