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Discussion in 'Sponsored Content, Contests, and Giveaways' started by JenniO11, Nov 15, 2012.
That donkey is just too cute!
We have one of those stories too. The coop is a converted horse stall in an old barn. There is another stall on the left and a storage room, sometimes stall, on the right. Thus, we can see in from the front and both sides. The alley between the outside barn wall and the coop/stall is their indoor run. By the time we get out to shut the chicken door, the girls have already put themselves to roost (though Andromeda has decided on several occasions that the wall next to the coop in the room on the right makes a good roost). We usually do our "count to twelve" from in front of the coop but if it has gotten too dark for that we go into the room on the right because the roosts connect to that wall.
Well, one night my wife counts to eleven from the front. I count to eleven from the front. She went into the side room on the right and counted to ... eleven. So I bite the bullet and go in the coop since as it gets dark, all that hardware cloth makes it hard to see inside. The problem with this is they sometimes think that means they should come down and exit the coop so I try not to do it if I don't have to. I count to eleven from just inside the door. I went to the group on the left side of the roosts and counted to 5. Then I went to the right side and counted to 6. Regular, not chicken, math says that makes ... eleven. I was about to come to terms with the fact that one of them was lost when a head caught my eye. I picked up the bigger Australorp and one of the Cubalayas stood up from underneath her! Now one must recognize that all twelve girls were 2 days old when we got them in June, this wasn't a mother hen keeping a little one warm though the Cubalaya are small birds, currently about half the size of the biggest girls.
Knock on wood, we have managed to not lose any so far.
Okay, dunno if this counts but.....I was out in the yard the other day doing the daily chicken chore grind when my cat climbs over the fence into the yard and starts stalking towards the door to go inside. The chickens look up, but then turn idly back to their pecking and scratching. The ducks saw her and both of them got their little heads down and started waddling towards towards her in this defensive pose. I'm thinking...."wait a second, the song goes....the dog chases the cat, the cat chases the bird....'round and 'round the mulberry bush..." But here are these bold ducks stalking the cat! Finally the cat turned around and saw the ducks coming at her faster and faster....and she bounded the remaining length of the yard, leaped onto the deck and started pawing at the door to get in going "Scary monsters! Scary monsters!" So I put her in. Ivy(one of the ducks) gave me this look like "We sure showed her" And shook herself. Those ducks never cease to amuse me!
OMG. This. Wins. SO FUNNY! I love it! So happy for Stan! What a great story!
So Precious!! Poor little gal!
My funny chicken story:
Hubby wasn’t exactly “thrilled” when I got my first chickens, however, he (curmudgeonly) relented.
While working around the farm, Hubby decided to take a break and sat in a chair near the chicken yard. I continued working when I heard him calling. I peered around the corner and there he was in the chicken yard with one of my hens gently tucked under his arm. I thought “Awww, he’s finally bonding with my chickens!” That “Hallmark” moment ceased when he yelled, “CAN I GET A LITTLE HELP HERE!?!”
Seems one of the hens snatched up a baby black snake that unwittingly slithered into the pen. With her prize in her mouth and the other hens in hot, noisy pursuit, Hubby sprang to action. He snatched up the offending hen with one hand and held onto the snake with the other hand; once the hen released the snake the less than amused snake latched onto her wattles. This is where I came in. I had to pry open the snake’s jaws from the hen’s wattles. Once the snake’s grip was released, Hubby released the hen. Not wanting to get bitten, I let go of the snake. The snake quickly seized onto the skin between Hubby’s forefinger and thumb. I then had to extract the snake’s grip from Hubby (which proved not easy what with tears (of laughter) in my eyes).
Snake was released unharmed; hen wasn’t happy; Hubby had tiny puncture wounds and I was wishing I had a video camera.
BAHAAAAAAA!!!! Sad for the hen and your man, but I agree....totally funny as hell!
How very convenient! No worries about them freezing outside or make multiple trips to see if it was "egg time" yet.
I had previously told a story about my old rooster named Dudley, but I want to win this so bad I thought I'd share another one of my funny chicken stories. I resently just lost one of my favorite silkies Pocahauntes sadly, but boy was she one silly chicken! She loved to follow me around the yard, and check out everything I was doing! Anyways, one night, I was up very late watching tv, and I fell alseep on the couch. I was alseep for some time, but when I awoke, I awoke to Pocahauntes sleeping on my head and a poop stain on my shirt! I had forgotten to lock up the girls, and Pocahauntes must have walked throught the doggie door looking for me! She must have fallen alseep just like I did! I returned the sleeping beautfind to her "bed", and locked the coop so no more chickens could get in the house. Overall, Pocahauntes was one funny girl.
I hope you liked my story!!! My chickens would love the free feed!!
You sound as sympathetic as my wife! Years ago I was digging a 4' deep trench next to the foundation for a drain pipe from the roof gutters to the foundation drain clean out pipe (**). The side collapsed and buried me to my thighs. of course the shovel was not in reach so I called for my wife. She came out to see what I needed and handed me the shovel ... after she went back in the house to get the camera.
(**) NEVER DO THIS. When tree roots clog the pipe that drains the foundation drain to "open air", the water from the gutters has to go somewhere. In my case, that is the drain in the basement floor, also connected to the foundation drain, installed in case the washer ever overflows. It never has, but the basement has flooded 3 times due to root blockage.