Your students had to have been spell bound to see and hear a whip in action! Bet you had a great classroom. Do you still teach?
I am so grateful that my white rock rooster is so tame and gentle that I can pet him. He runs to me to see me and say hello. The new leghorn rooster is gentle and tame too. My white rock keeps him in line and is letting him live as long as he acts submissive. I still have the same rooster that member Eric, mr rooster, raised and sent me. He is fabulous.
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I am so grateful that my white rock rooster is so tame and gentle that I can pet him. He runs to me to see me and say hello. The new leghorn rooster is gentle and tame too. My white rock keeps him in line and is letting him live as long as he acts submissive. I still have the same rooster that member Eric, mr rooster, raised and sent me. He is fabulous.
Cathryn rainbowsilkiesTM Michigan
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<<What age do roosters turn nasty or are they nasty as soon as they realise they are roosters if they happen to be nasty ones? >>
I think this one went nasty about as soon as he'd perfected his crow. Started with just running at us all fluffed up, but progressed fairly quickly to jumping up at us, usually from behind. He doesn't have spurs yet, thankfully, just nubs. Had another go at me tonight--I'd run out to the coop with a dish of veggie scraps before dark, and hadn't grabbed a stick. He didn't count on my having on riding boots, though--I did get him, making him thump backwards into the post with a 5-gal. bucket covering the electric fence charger--I thinik he thought I'd somehow got him from behind! <g> He *does* recognise when we have a stick, though.
The other two are reasonable sorts--haven't even fluffed up their hackles at us. They are a bit wary, but not a single problem with either one. In fact I haven't even heard the smallest one crow yet, and he seems a bit clueless as to what happens after he grabs a girl by the hair, so to speak...
<<So your a bit of an Indiana Jones type of character with that whip of yours then? Keeps the hubby in line, yes? LOl. >>
My comment at luggage inspection (on my trips to England) was always, "Yes, sir, I *do* have whips and black leather boots in my case--and I *do* use them in my daily work!"
One year in first grade, as we were doing one of those phonics papers about initial consonant sounds, working on WH that day--there was a picture of a whip. Some of the kids didn't know what to call it, so I told them--one brightened up, "Oh, that's what you hit your horse with!" Well, no, sweetie, not exactly... "But you do, that's what makes the sound!" This went back and forth a bit, until I sent them out to recess. Now, some of my horse things--like the hunting whip--stay in the truck all the time, so while they were out, I went and got it. When they came in, I asked, "How many of you think I do have to hit something to make the sound?" (Most of the hands went up.) "OK, I'm going to crack the whip, and whoever I hit, raise your hand." (most of them sank down in their seats a little...) So I cracked it, and in a cinder-block room, of course it was LOUD! Then I explained about how it really breaks the sound barrier, etc. Then--I
pointed to one of the several spider plants I had hanging in the classroom. "See this spider baby?" (whip-crack, and spider baby falls to floor.) That whip lesson was included every year after that, whenever we got to WH!
Hmmm... Maybe I need to introduce Butch to the hunting whip...
Rhonda
Sidesaddle Hall of Famer
Five-time US National Sidesaddle Champion
I think this one went nasty about as soon as he'd perfected his crow. Started with just running at us all fluffed up, but progressed fairly quickly to jumping up at us, usually from behind. He doesn't have spurs yet, thankfully, just nubs. Had another go at me tonight--I'd run out to the coop with a dish of veggie scraps before dark, and hadn't grabbed a stick. He didn't count on my having on riding boots, though--I did get him, making him thump backwards into the post with a 5-gal. bucket covering the electric fence charger--I thinik he thought I'd somehow got him from behind! <g> He *does* recognise when we have a stick, though.
The other two are reasonable sorts--haven't even fluffed up their hackles at us. They are a bit wary, but not a single problem with either one. In fact I haven't even heard the smallest one crow yet, and he seems a bit clueless as to what happens after he grabs a girl by the hair, so to speak...
<<So your a bit of an Indiana Jones type of character with that whip of yours then? Keeps the hubby in line, yes? LOl. >>
My comment at luggage inspection (on my trips to England) was always, "Yes, sir, I *do* have whips and black leather boots in my case--and I *do* use them in my daily work!"
One year in first grade, as we were doing one of those phonics papers about initial consonant sounds, working on WH that day--there was a picture of a whip. Some of the kids didn't know what to call it, so I told them--one brightened up, "Oh, that's what you hit your horse with!" Well, no, sweetie, not exactly... "But you do, that's what makes the sound!" This went back and forth a bit, until I sent them out to recess. Now, some of my horse things--like the hunting whip--stay in the truck all the time, so while they were out, I went and got it. When they came in, I asked, "How many of you think I do have to hit something to make the sound?" (Most of the hands went up.) "OK, I'm going to crack the whip, and whoever I hit, raise your hand." (most of them sank down in their seats a little...) So I cracked it, and in a cinder-block room, of course it was LOUD! Then I explained about how it really breaks the sound barrier, etc. Then--I
pointed to one of the several spider plants I had hanging in the classroom. "See this spider baby?" (whip-crack, and spider baby falls to floor.) That whip lesson was included every year after that, whenever we got to WH!
Hmmm... Maybe I need to introduce Butch to the hunting whip...
Rhonda
Sidesaddle Hall of Famer
Five-time US National Sidesaddle Champion
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