I once had a young cockerel manage to poop in my back pocket while sitting on my shoulder. I had no idea it had happened until I reached into my pocket later to get my money out, and *squish*
"HOW in heaven's name did you manage to poop IN my pocket?"
Before we got chickens, and even after we got our first batch of chickens, I could not understand why ANYONE would want to have a chicken as a PET. It wasn't until we got our new batch of chicks this spring and we ended up with Chicky Gaga the Polish Crested, Chipmunk the Easter Egger, and the...
"No, don't throw that away--we can feed that to the chickens."
"No, no, I mean Gladys the chicken, not Grandma Gladys." (One of our hens is named after my grandmother. It's not a problem until we have family over and someone is confused by comments like "You should see Gladys run!")
"Don't...