chicken mechanic

Discussion in 'Pictures & Stories of My Chickens' started by Ravishaw, Sep 28, 2010.

  1. Ravishaw

    Ravishaw Chillin' With My Peeps

    May 7, 2010
    This morning found me bent over the fuel line in my riding tractor installing a fuel shut off valve.

    After sunup, in came marching the madams... 3 bold red breasted ladies followed by 3 less bold black and whites, 3 women with the darndest beards, and lastly the plump black/red wine-dotters. Add to the mix a french madam (white leghorn... french because her comb is folded over and look very much like a berret for some reason), and a cranky old lady who would keep 100 cats if she could (old barred rock).

    They gathered around me as I cursed at the fuel line for continuing to leak, each growling at the other until I reached into a bag and threw a whole sprig of grapes out the garage door.

    The bolted out the open garage door except one. I call her Suzy. She's the smallest Rhode Island Red. She was perched atop a pile of tools, looking at the valve. I always thought animals eschewed smells like gasoline/diesel or grease, but this hen seemed genuinely intrigued. She pecked at the valve softly, as if to make sure it was not the culprit in the gas leak. Then she eyed the hose clamps, pecking them quite a bit harder... she's thorough. Lastly she hopped up on top of the engine and stared down at me while I tightened the last hose clamp on the whole fuel line, making it an impregnable delivery system for my riding mower. I sat back, wiped the sweat off my forehead and opened and shut the valve a few times to test it, and Suzy nodded her approval, clucking and growling all the time. Mind you, the other hens have devoured all the grapes and are fighting over the ones that rolled away while they squabbled.

    I picked up Suzy so I could put the hood down, and rested her on the steering wheel. She seemed content enough, so I fired it up. That made her flap her wings, and as I backed out I had to pick her up and hold her so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall. Then we raced around the yard twice, I couldn't go through the middle because we irrigated and it's still muddy; and I didn't want to get stuck. After my little victory lap I parked the mower next to the coop, set her on the hood while I set to getting the chickens water. I yelled back at her, "Hey we did pretty good, didn't we?" She chirped back an answer! I swear!

    It would have been a perfect moment... except...

    She hopped from the hood to the seat, ruffled her feathers, stuck out her head and PLOOOOOPPPPPP! Laid a big wet green doodoo all over my tractor seat. Then she jumped down to the ground and got a drink.

    I guess she was not duly impressed.
  2. chickenzoo

    chickenzoo Emu Hugger

  3. farmgirl1995

    farmgirl1995 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Sep 8, 2010
    Chickens are such curious little things
  4. ChickensAreSweet

    ChickensAreSweet Heavenly Grains for Hens

    It is simple. It was a surface with no prior poop (NPP).

  5. WIChookchick

    WIChookchick Chillin' With My Peeps

    Aug 25, 2010
    Rural Brooklyn, WI
    she marked as her riding lawn mower and you are the chauffer!! lol
  6. Orchid

    Orchid Chillin' With My Peeps

    May 10, 2010
    North Central MN
    I was just waiting for the punch line. [​IMG]
  7. Noble Rooster

    Noble Rooster Chillin' With My Peeps

    Apr 28, 2009
    What a great story!! I also have a girl who is mechanically inclined. Any time my husband does anything involving the tractor, one of the cars, or any implement she absolutely has to check it out. The day he and our neighbor hooked up the brush hog to the tractor she was dying to see what was going on, but was a little nervous about our neighbor, who is a tall guy. So I picked her up to let her watch from my arms and she was happy as could be. Maybe your girl and mine could host their own chicken version of Car Talk!

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