#mossy raccoon

[photozoi]

Proof of life?

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

using the 2011 ethan hawke starbuck as an art reference and i can't stop thinking abt him. he's so visibly fucking agonized in every picture ive seen. in the trailer hes literally sopping wet constantly. there's a shot of the entire crew under an awning safe from the rain Except him literally staring in from the outside drenched and sad. i need him carnally

[feather-bone]

Climbing critters!! Allow me to introduce you to some of the creature club rainforest canopy animals this month - Top left: kinkajou, arboreal musteloid procyonid related to raccoons! Top right: sugar glider, canopy-foraging marsupial with complex social behavior! Bottom left: Matschie’s tree kangaroo, folivorous marsupial, clumsy on the ground but bold and agile in the trees! Bottom right: golden lion tamarin, a small but vibrant new world monkey from Brazil!

[ID: four digital illustrations of the listed animals arranged in a square, on branches and facing in toward one another. The kinkajou has a blue background and is sticking its tongue out. The glider is on a mossy branch against a pink flowery background, the tree kangaroo is on a leafy green background and has a joey in its pouch, and the tamarin faces forward, smiling on a dark green background. The signature on each drawing reads ‘featherbone’. End.]

[cactusringed]

for when your ipad is charged, bdubs finding a ladybug in his mossy cloak. or maybe there was an entire raccoon living in there and he didn't realize

Disney princess fr

[kai-the-creature]

Hi Creature ! I love ur stuff, (this is a big one so if u can't get them all done I understand !)

can I request a coyote therian wallpaper with a field/farm land aesthetic with browns, grays and stuff like that

An African wild dog wallpaper with a Safari theme to it?

A Raccoon wallpaper with a forest theme with dark greens ?

And a Serin otherkin wallpaper with a deep sea, mossy green and blue theme?

Thank u!! (Take ur time I know this is a lot)

here you go, I hope you enjoy! whew, that was a lot of work lol /nm

[bigfootbeat]

Bigfoot's Thanksgiving Feast

Bigfoot's Thanksgiving Feast (A fun, upbeat pop-style song about Bigfoot celebrating Thanksgiving)

[Verse 1] Out in the woods, where the pine trees grow, There's a party tonight, and it's gonna glow. Bigfoot’s cookin', got the fire lit, Serving up a feast, yeah, it's gonna be lit!

Pumpkin pies on a mossy log, Cranberry sauce in a hollowed-out log. Gravy's bubbling in a big stone pot, Bigfoot’s got the rhythm, and he’s stirring it hot!

[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he’s got no Wi-Fi, no big-screen TV, But he’s got the forest, and that’s all he needs. He’s thankful for the trees, the stars, and the breeze, And tonight, he’s inviting you and me!

[Chorus] Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving, let’s gather ‘round, Dancing in the moonlight, feet stomping the ground. Turkey legs and laughter echo through the trees, Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving, come and feel the breeze!

[Verse 2] He’s got a table made of sticks and stones, Plates of pinecones and acorn scones. Wild berries dripping, honey on the side, Bigfoot’s feast is a forest delight!

He’s got deer and squirrels joining the crew, Owls and raccoons are singing tunes too. A turkey runs by, but don’t be scared, Bigfoot’s vegetarian—he wouldn’t dare!

[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he’s got no Netflix, no Spotify streams, But he’s got the fire and the wildest dreams. He’s thankful for the earth, the sky, and the trees, So grab a plate and join the harmony!

[Chorus] Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving, let’s gather ‘round, Dancing in the moonlight, feet stomping the ground. Turkey legs and laughter echo through the trees, Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving, come and feel the breeze!

[Bridge] Clap your hands, stomp your feet, Bigfoot’s rhythm, it’s the heartbeat. Feel the love, the forest vibe, This Thanksgiving, we’re all alive.

Raise a toast with a wooden cup, Bigfoot’s howl is lifting us up. Grateful hearts under the stars, No matter who you are!

[Chorus] Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving, let’s gather ‘round, Dancing in the moonlight, feet stomping the ground. Turkey legs and laughter echo through the trees, Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving, come and feel the breeze!

[Outro] So next time you’re out where the wild things live, Remember Bigfoot’s got so much to give. Thankful hearts, we’re all the same, Bigfoot’s Thanksgiving—come play the game!

(Fade out with forest sounds, howling, and laughter.)

[mossy-introvert]

ALT INTRO POST:

hi, I'm Mossy. I'm a minor so no creeps please.

About my blog:

I go by Mossy online not irl

I'm transmasc (ftm) and panromantic

On the ace spectrum - possibly demisexual/graysexual???

Pronouns: he/him

My music blog is: @mossymusic-rambles

My mealspo reblogs blog is: @low-cal-mealspo-reblogs

Interests:

Drumming

Books

Gilmore Girls

Crochet

Cats

Music

David Tennant

David Bowie

Mcfly

Osemanverse

Marauders

Tvd

Rain

Early 2000s spooky movies

Forests

Space

Halloween

Dislikes:

Homophobes + transphobes

Some textures

Mental health

People

Awkward situations

Loud noises

Speaking publicly

Rishi Sunak

School

Maths

People seeing you differently after finding out you sh

Relapses

Unsuccessful attempts (personal)

Gender dysphoria

Large crowds of people

Tags:

#Mossy's vents

#Mossy's blog

Creds to @raccoon-paw-dividerz + @strangergraphics for the dividers!

Userboxes: NOT by me

[pallweople]

Assigning Pall Weople To Animals!

Based purely off of vibes! (I know I haven't talked/interacted that much with to a lot of you, but you're still cool as hell! :D)

( @arsonisticscholar ) Arsonator -> Red Panda

( @astral-catastrophe )Astral/Jay -> Moose

( @miadancer24 ) Bailey -> Otter

( @cal-the-duende ) Cal -> Koala

( @hero-dualies-pog ) Campfire/Zen Anon -> Swan

( @circusislife ) Circus -> Bear

( @frostedshadow ) Frost -> Penguin

( @justsomeghostt ) Ghost-> Axolotl

( @hyperfixatezz ) Hyper/Riju -> Ferret

( @justanotherhighlycaffeinatednerd ) Katnip -> Artic Fox

( @ladye-zelda ) Ladye ->Dove

( @linksarehere ) Link -> Zebra

( @misc-me0707 ) -> Flamingo

( @mushr0oms-and-m0ss ) Mushroom -> Frog

( @is-apotato ) Potato -> Rabbit

( @somebody-random-lol ) Random -> Bat

( @skyward-shade ) Shade -> Raccoon

( @hero-of-soup (aka. 6leafclover) Clover/SOOUP -> Humming bird

( @xjgbhk ) -> ShoeBill

( @mossy-chai ) Z -> Squirrel

( @link-or-sherlock ) Sherlock -> Cheetah

( @nancyheart11 ) Nancy -> Ocelot

[neattnat]

‘Nother artfight dump!

@north-winds1 @two-left-hands @whataduck @holohero ~zombie raccoon @frogseight @the-mossy-green-witch ~umbrellaweather

[ifellforanotherloser]

the back of my skull slams against the rock-like ground, repeated, hoping for deep pain

kinky tangles of hair seep deep into the mossy ground. centipedes along with fire ants hold onto the ends.

raccoons digging beside me to sink my body down. chittering and snarling while digging their paws into the cold russet dirt.

i spasm and flail, head twisting upwards ripping, tearing and bleeding from soft of my neck. lungs chained tightly.

mouth ripped open, with bruised gums and rotten teeth. eyes rolled back, concealing the beauty that will no longer be seen.

the center of my chest expired, as a slice from the inside is made.

my stomach deflates and churns as a ugly wide-eyed, sickly creature emerges.

[talesofsonicasura]

Of Bug Cults and Living Stone

Prologue: Agent meets Legend

Mind controlling parasites and trying to rescue the President's daughter can be a huge stressful pain in the ass. Leon thought a taxidermy bear wouldn't make things harder. Too bad no one said anything about the owner being a troll. Literally.

Can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Also can be read romantic or platonic. Enjoy.

Myths were a funny thing. Tales of creatures unlike anything that roamed the Earth. Fire breathing dragons, shipwrecking krakens and the constant between every continent whether it be a horror story, cheesy movies or children's nursery rhymes: Trolls.

Beings from Norse Mythology described to be made from living stone with various sometimes frightening sizes to boot. Creatures that could be a slow witted hideous monster or so human in appearance and mind it was mystifying. Although trolls rarely helping mankind isn't exactly a secret.

Now if you were one Leon Scott Kennedy, it was just a painful reminder about those creepy dolls often marketed towards children. He couldn't count how many times he had one of the ugly nude buggers look back at him in stores or the rare nurse's office. Now why would this be on the blonde's mind?

Imagine being an government agent sent to Spain since someone decided 'Why not snatch a very important thing from the United States' president?' That 'someone' was actually the leader of a bioterrorism aligned cult who uses parasitic bugs to control the populace and make them abominations. Finally with the nasty cherry on top this shit sundae is you might have said parasite inside your body.

Overall, a pretty shitty day so far as Leon rather be in bed fast asleep than relive a foreign version of Raccoon City. Man already had to kill a mutant amphibious creature as if someone drag him into a bootleg Moby Dick. The captain being a 5'11 well built false blonde agent while the whale was a man eating parasite infested salamander.

At the moment, Leon decided an inventory check would be the next best move. He'll need everything completely functional if the agent was going to make out of this shit show alive with 'Baby Eagle'. And waterlogged guns isn't gonna help unless they were a makeshift bat.

Now before he reached the village, Leon did remember one of the cab drivers mentioning a cave near the lake. An infamous place that only the bold dare to visit yet any Los Illuminados member seem to avoid like the plague. Perfect for a much needed break and inventory check.

The cavern's outside was surprisingly decent looking almost if someone once live there. Root vegetables planted in a small messy garden, mossy rocks stack on top each other by the entrance and an old clearly stolen dirty clothes pile. It was enough caution to have Leon draw his handgun.

He took a step forward unaware of the thin tripwire before his feet or the chain reaction to come. The string snapped as a soft hiss from fast pulling ropes hum around the man. Leon only had a second to notice the large creature lunging out of the cavern and instinctively fires his weapon. *BAM*

It was a direct shot as something brown hit the ground with a loud thud before it haphazardly roll at his right foot. "A bear head???" Leon looked at the taxidermy head and to the still body that now stood ferociously before the cave's entrance.

There were thin yet sturdy strings connected to each limb almost like a puppet. It was clear no one left it behind as it was too well kept and show barely any sign of wear. Yet that begged the question, who built the bear puppet?

A deep piercing growl tore through the silence as Leon's blue eyes met angry glowing slitted ones in the darkness.

The sound of a gun shot and its spicy companion scent awoken you from your slumber. Predatory eyes were quick to notice the head puppet string that now laid slack while its fellow siblings hung tight from their vessel's weight. Your irritation quickly rose as you caught the other two still present scents.

One was those accursed Las Plagas and their no doubt human vessel. A deep heavy growl tore from your throat as you rose from your comfy nest. Large curled stone hands rake the dirt alongside taloned feet, long bulky tail scrape the cavern walls, magnificent horns low enough to not hit the ceiling, thick moss like fur that coats a powerful frame, jagged sharp fangs paired with equally fierce tusks, long deer ears for sharp hearing, bear like snout and eyes capable of piercing the darkness.

A sight known to make even the bravest men piss themselves in fright much to your constant amusement. Trolls weren't a species who plays nice with humans. Especially for you as a certain group that believe they're gods earned your fury.

Now it's quite easy to recognize puppets of those vermin worshippers. You witness their ritualistic plagues infest the locals and later bloody your fangs to free their forsaken souls. What stood here was neither of those parties.

A mortal man whose blue eyes already knew horrors familiar yet unknown, dark grey shirt, black fingerless gloves, black combat boots alongside dark grey combat pants held snuggly tight against a body type built for speed, browning blonde hair which reek of dye and the only casual thing he wore was a snug brown jacket.

The warrior look back at your hidden frame with shock yet held no fear. It wasn't difficult to smell the slowly budding larvae inside his little body. "A human not consumed by Las Plagas? Quite a rare but pleasant sight for old eyes to behold."

The deep rumble of your voice made the mortal raise his gun at you. An amusing sight worth the small hearty chuckle. "What the hell are you? One of Saddler's pets?" That earned the man a harsh growl as irritation nearly boil into fury.

"I would never serve such a pathetic fleshbag! His kind destroyed the beautiful harmony of this land with those horrid vermin! Not even my dwelling escape those thieving destructive hands! As for what I am, I'm a troll who calls this broken land home."

The man slowly lower his gun but kept a finger steady on the trigger. "A troll? The ones that turn to stone in sunlight and often live under bridges? *You nod* Of course this fucking mission had to get weirder. It sounds like Saddler and his goons did something to piss you off." A disgruntled huff was enough to confirm his suspicion.

"We've been at war for quite some time. You see their "god's" power is completely useless against me. I can sap the parasite of its strength, like the larva nestled in your chest. Can even kill their entire hive if I lay my claws on the Plagas Queen. That very fear drives their numerous failed attempts to slay me. Bastards then stole something I consider invaluably precious."

A look of hope immediately cross the man's face upon hearing your words. "Then we have a mutual enemy. Saddler took something important from my country and done the same to you." It didn't take a genius to know what he's insinuating.

"You wish for my assistance? AHAHAHA! I never met such an amusing human in a very very long time. You don't know the dangers of making a pact with a troll, huh? My weakness to sunlight will be nullified in exchange for my power. I can crush your skull and rend your flesh like moss."

That didn't seem to intimidate the mysterious man one bit, in fact it made him even more determined. "Raccoon City already tore apart any sense of self preservation. Plus I'm dead either way if I can't get back Baby Eagle. Getting killed by a troll would be a spectacular way to kick the bucket though."

You couldn't help the bout of earth shaking laughter at the small human's words. "Quite a suicidal bastard, aren't ya? I like bold foolish mortals willing to dance with death." You tossed something metallic at the brave man. He caught it and saw the item was a small metal goblet.

"Pour a bit of your blood inside and prepare a title for me. It's required to form a familiar pact between us. The blood links my magic to you and the title being a way to summon me. I shall suppress the parasite's too so Los Illuminados can't interfere with the pact. Please tell this old troll the name of their contractor as I grant mine."

The stranger look at the goblet in his hands, then you with an amused grin on his face as your name grace his ears. He holstered the gun in favor of a small combat knife and made a decent slice on his left palm. Blood delicately pouring into the gauntlet then placing it before you in the shadows.

"My name is Leon Scott Kennedy. Saddler's cult has remain top dog for too long, haven't they? It's only fair that the bastards should take the role of prey. You want a title? I hope 'Hunter' is good enough for a mighty troll." Leon barely saw the large fang filled smile on your muzzle.

"Well then, Leon Scott Kennedy. If it's a hunter you want..." Sharp claws delicately grab the goblet of blood. "...then I'll happily serve the role!" And you drank the crimson liquid with vigor. A look of pain split across his face as he felt a burning sensation on his back. Leon would've think it been a trick if Saddler's whispers hadn't fell into silence.

You knew it was the familiar sigil since a troll's pact forms on the back. The pain quickly subsided as Leon's eyes return to the beast before him. He couldn't help but stare in awe when you lumber out into the sunlight.

The man had to look up to maintain eye contact as the size difference became very obvious. You were twice maybe even thrice larger than him and looked equally powerful. A massive smile took over Leon's face as he evilly rub his hands together.

"Oh hell yeah! I think it's about time to even the playing field. Hope you're ready for a bit of a hike as we have a Baby Eagle and precious belonging to recover. I'm pretty sure that ravine is a good place to start." You let out snort as you had a better solution.

"Got something with Baby Eagle's scent on it? A troll's sense of smell is better than any hound you humans train. I can easily track the lost chick down even when the scent goes stale." Leon grinned as he pull out a human invention: a cellphone.

"Take a good whiff." You sniffed at the object, catching a gentle citrus scent with a bit of cinnamon and mint to it. Clearly Baby Eagle was a young human female since they had a more fruity smell than men. "Got it. Follow me Sir Leon and I'll lead you to her."

The man was a bit surprised but quickly brush it off. He isn't going to look a gift horse, well gift troll, in the mouth. Leon needs all the help he can get if he wants to take on a cult.

Something the both of you knew quite well.

And that's it! This is a bit more dialogue than usual but some setup is needed here. Yes, I know trolls are primarily Norse or Scandinavian in origin but there are reasons why Reader is in Spain. Now for their precious treasure, you guys have to figure it out for yourselves.

Only hint I'm giving is that it's magic in nature. Leon's the type who would a make a deal with the devil especially since Raccoon City messed up him real bad. Any help is appreciated but it doesn't mean he fully trusts Reader. They don't trust him either hence the threat.

Quite normal as trolls rarely help humans whether in mythology or multiple stories. Next chapter will delve into the ravine and maybe the boss fight with El Gigante. I'll be drawing the familiar sigil later, maybe even the Troll Reader's visage.

Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the wake of Raccoon City.

[scopostims]

berny and elton (lisa the timeless) stimboard for stinky :•]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 7 GIFs with two images on either side of the middle row.

GIF 1: A glass of whiskey being tilted back and forth.

GIF 2: A raccoon looking around.

GIF 3: Absinthe poured into a glass.

Image: The character Elton from Lisa the Timeless.

GIF 4 (center): A gentle stream in a forest surrounded by mossy rocks.

Image: The character Berny from Lisa the Timeless.

GIF 5: A raccoon digging in the dirt.

GIF 6: Diluted absinthe being stirred with an absinthe spoon.

GIF 7: A raccoon slowly walking and sniffing the floor.

End ID]

[cryinginblaseball]

Doing the wip thing that @polkadotpatterson did! I don't have that many, but I have a few that need some love.

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

The Trench

Hobbs in the Hall

Ever so much Salt stuff (okay so this is more than one)

Hobbs picks up Dusty (The Dust Bunny Cynda mentioned)

(I have a few Clorkball things I'm working on too. Most of my attention lately has been on Space Raccoon tbh)

I'm tagging @luckyowl21, @mossy-kit and anyone else who wants to jump on!

[garbagefarm]

Garbage Farm #57

2024-07-15, session #57 of Garbage Farm! Spanning Summer 11 through Summer 19 of Year 5!

cast:

me ( @mothmute )

E.B. ( @blueherin )

Kimi ( @2kimi2furious )

Highlights include, but are not limited to the following:

Summer 11:

Let's try this again— Luau!

Kimi threatens to put Lewis' purple shorts in the soup; maybe next year.

chanting in unison: soup! soup! soup!

The Governor says something about having looked forward to this all year, at which point I realize that this soup is the highlight of this man's year; no, his whole life. Everything he ever accomplished has been overshadowed by our soup; his wife, his career, everything led him to this moment.

He's gonna be crushed when Kimi puts the lucky shorts in the soup

I'm skipping keg day, but there's enough time to get the next preserves going.

"jamalamadingdong"

Summer 12:

I finally remember to go visit the bookseller again and buy out most of his stock. One new book, the rest go in the pile in case somebody is missing them.

Keg day!

Possum is so flat sometimes

The Raccoon has a wife!

"Another player is talking to the raccoon right now" — gotta take turns; next, he wants dried peaches and coconut jelly. Weird choices, but we can do that.

Having discovered that we're out of oak resin (somehow???), I go plant a bunch of oaks near the railroad.

Summer 13:

It may be Alex's birthday, but it is not good weather for football. As my garbage-in-law, I give him an egg.

Blueberries are up! god, Farming mastery is so useful.

"hey E.B., can you make some crab pots?" "sure, how many?" "measure with your heart :)"

(I want more Lobster, for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with Elliott loving them)

There's supposedly a Pike frenzy in cindersap woods— E.B. and I go to find it, but don't find anything.

found a garbage carp near the saloon, which I sold. I'm second-guessing this, maybe I should've put it in a fish tank?

Summer 14:

huh, strange weather report...

It's jam day again! Maybe someday we'll actually clear the blueberry backlog (hahahahaha)

Kimi hand-feeds the dried peaches to the Raccoon

oh hey it's cool pig day, and they have ... Juice. Not any specific kind of juice, just, juice. I'll take it.

I'd hoped to go to the mines, but they were set on baby mode for Kimi and E.B. to finish their Combat levels.

Summer 15:

First green rain day on Garbage Farm!

My whole day is spent running around trying to collect moss.

In my lust for mossy seeds, I clear-cut the oaks I'd planted by the railroad tracks. No luck.

~250 moss, 7 mossy seeds. Not bad!

E.B. got 69 moss. Nice.

Summer 16:

Elliott has a feeling it's going to be a fantastic day, but Welwick says otherwise (neutral)

Evelyn sent me cookies :)

Jade's ready, fresh from the oven

E.B. gave the coconut jelly to the raccoons, and they gave her a copy of Raccoon Journal. We think it's like the Wall Street Journal, just, for raccoons?

Went and re-endangered the mines!

E.B. gets to pick the next quest from Mr. Qi, as long as it's not the goddamn beans again ... Extended Family, or Skull Cavern Invasion? My offer to share the staircase cache tips the scales for Skull Cavern Invasion.

Re-planted the grove of oaks up by the railroad tracks, started the foundations of the Mystic Tree grove

Collected some odds and ends for my garbage grocery list!

Summer 17:

Jam day, again.

E.B. decides to take the stairs to the Skull Cavern. I decide to go, too.

"oh god it's hard" (that'swhatshesaid)

Working together actually works okay, with E.B. planting the stairs and me fending off the serpents. I take a few detours to hunt Pepper Rexes when I get the chance.

We did it!!!

... at approximately 1:50AM. I exit the skull cavern and die immediately.

Meanwhile, E.B. hadn't been to floor 100 of the Skull Cavern yet, so she gets subjected to the iridium snake milk. She dies immediately afterwards.

truly, we are braver than any US marines.

Summer 18:

Linus found us?? what was he doing out there???

A bunch of the day gets spend smelting ores and deconstructing staircases for stone to finish Robin's Resource Rush

The raccoons are gonna start a family!! they're so cute!!!

Kimi has a bone to pick with me: the island farm isn't nearly as chaotic as she'd been led to believe, she was expecting something truly cursed and all she got was something kinda messy.

(it's keg day!)

Summer 19?:

Non-canon day, what do we want to do?

explode the ducks!

oh no, the bombs broke the fences!

the ducks are breaching containment! red alert!!

... wait, we can sell them! Finally, our vengeance is at hand!

-

TO-DO:

We have enough Qi gems to get a few things, so E.B. and Kimi are each gonna pick one (Kimi can pick the next quest if she wants, too)

I need to get enough mahogany seeds to plant all the mystic trees that I want......

Still waiting on that oak resin for making more kegs, still need more gold and iridium for crystalariums.

I think I need to re-do the grocery list project, but I'm gonna drag my feet with that one.

I've still got one mastery to go!

[kifu]

My little guys are starting to grow up. <3

So the raccoon that's been taking out my flock is caught. My wife wants to shoot him, so I wait for her to wake up, teach her gun safety, and then we shoot him dead. I think I'll keep his fur and keep it in my stash of to-do furs after a Dawn bath.

I haven't looked because I'm not messing with a live raccoon, but I'm pretty sure it's a mature male. It's big. Maybe it's what killed my gold laced pullet last year. Never caught whatever was killing my chicks, just kept it out of the pens.

Our candy corn polish are both dead. I think I have two eggs from the hen, the first of which I'm not even sure is fertilized because I JUST put them together. I can work with ONE candy corn, but that's going to be a LOT of luck.

The raccoon ripped her up. Just killed the cock and left him for dead. He doesn't even have any blood on him that I can see, just a lot of missing feathers. He was a very, VERY good boy. And that's nuts, from a polish. I am pissed.

It's a huge, huge relief to catch this fucker. I think it's big enough that it's the only one in the territory, but that doesn't mean I'll stop trapping.

I might be able to start planning for next year.

I'm officially pullorum certified as of today. I can buy my supply of antigen whenever I feel like it. I can NPIP my flock any time I want now. I do need to have a discussion with the wife about that, because in Michigan it's $300 just to the state to get registered with NPIP. Which I believe is the highest in the country. Neither of us are shipping this year, but I do want to be NPIP status by the time I can ship next year.

We have very frustrating turkeys that were very expensive and very rare. Most of the flock is Cgcg (gray?) or sweetgrass, and everything is penciled. So we have penciled sweetgrass, tigers, penciled fall fires - all various recessive reds, black, and slate based. We'd like to make some money back on them.

I have some cochin from competitive sources now. My black, blue, and mottled are fairly established. My chocolate project is mostly dead in water after my hen died. I have a chance at lavender. Well, I have hatchery stock lavender, too, but I'd like to not use them if I have the chance; I now have TWO split lavenders from the best lav breeder I know of in the country.

I have ONE mille project pullet. I wanted a cockerel, but whatever. She is the only one (of this color and project) that lived through the week where my babies were dying, but she's also the only one that met all the criteria: brown, feather legged (and footed!). The cockerel I had growing up was the "blue" and I really think that it WASN'T blue and that mossiness or whatever it was was going to end up roasting me. Plus, he was only feather shanked, so this pullet is so much nicer than he would have been. I have so many mottled blacks from her parents, and I think I'm at about a 4% brown feather legged hatch rate when it was supposed to be around ... 11%? So yay stats in my favor.

I have gold laced! I had ten shipped to me, nine lived. Two are cockerels, so seven are pullets. Nuts stats on that one. They're still young, as seen in picture, so I have noooo idea what I'm working with yet.

I have some surviving silver laced! Y'know, what I REALLY wanted from the hatchery. I have one surviving silver laced hen from the raccoon. I have two cockerels and one pullet from the hatchery. Again, no idea what I'm working with yet. But while the hen I have is very stiff in the tail, and her lacing is meh, she has some pretty decent structure to her body. I have no babies out of that hen yet this year. I think I'm giving her another couple weeks with my partridge boy before I switch her over to the red shouldered blue laced yellow cross cock. REALLY wanted a red shouldered yellow laced cockerel from her and the partridge, though. *pout*

I have no partridge offspring this year! They're doing horribly! But half the hens in that pen started sitting this week, so I'll see what they can do.

I have no laced project babies this year! Awesome! That's only a major inconvenience!

I have one chocolate mottled houdan that hatched. I'm pretty sure it's a pullet out of the blue that I killed after he attacked my face. I think I'll dismantle that pen pretty soon. I have some houdans I got from the hatchery, too, so I get to have choices for the houdan pen next year. They need to be bred a lot heavier than they currently are. They look like polish to me, and not even good ones at that.

I've made progress so far this year, but my hatches have been shiiiiiit, so not nearly as much progress as I would have liked. I don't want to hatch too late into the summer! I don't like fall babies.

[shiwachaubey]

Once upon a time, in a small quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was known for her kind heart, infectious laughter, and her love for exploring the world around her. She was a ray of sunshine, spreading joy to everyone she encountered.

However, as the years passed, a shadow began to cast over the village. The once vibrant community lost its sparkle, and the people's smiles faded into mere traces of memories. Lily couldn't understand why the village was becoming so gloomy and desolate.

One day, while wandering through the nearby woods, Lily discovered an ancient, weathered book hidden beneath a mossy rock. Curiosity getting the better of her, she opened the book and found an enchanting tale about a long-lost treasure that could bring eternal happiness to anyone who possessed it. The treasure was said to be hidden deep within a cave guarded by mythical creatures.

Intrigued and eager to bring happiness back to her village, Lily embarked on a daring quest to find the treasure. Along her journey, she encountered a motley crew of companions, each with their unique abilities and stories of their own. There was Milo, a mischievous but clever raccoon, Nia, a wise and mystical owl, and Finn, a kind-hearted blacksmith with a mysterious past.

As they ventured through dark forests, crossed treacherous rivers, and faced challenging trials, Lily and her companions grew closer. They relied on each other's strengths and supported one another during moments of doubt. It was through these challenges that Lily began to understand the true meaning of happiness.

Their quest was not without peril. They faced fearsome creatures and daunting puzzles to reach the treasure's rumored location. But Lily's determination and her friends' unwavering loyalty kept them going.

Finally, they arrived at the cave's entrance, guarded by a fearsome dragon named Emberclaw. Lily's heart pounded, but she remembered the words of the ancient book: "The key to unlocking happiness lies within yourself." Armed with newfound courage, she stepped forward and faced the dragon with kindness rather than fear.

Surprisingly, Emberclaw responded to Lily's compassion, revealing that the treasure was not material wealth but the power to spread happiness through small acts of kindness and love. As the village had grown distant from one another, their bonds weakened, leading to their sorrow.

Lily realized that the key to restoring her village's happiness was to bring the community together once more. With the help of Milo, Nia, and Finn, they organized a grand celebration that included sharing stories, laughter, and helping one another. The village gradually embraced the joy they had once known, and the shadow lifted, replaced by hope and optimism.

From that day forward, Lily and her friends were seen as heroes, not for their material achievements but for their ability to bring happiness and unity to the village. And so, they lived happily ever after, cherishing their adventures and the newfound happiness they had discovered within themselves and shared with their community.