Dumbest Things People Have Said About Your Chickens/Eggs/Meat

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A neighbor came to visit. She won't eat my chicken's eggs (for obvious reasons - they come out of chickens) but she came to "see the chickens."

I took her back to the hen house where I pointed out each chicken by name. The woman looked confused saying, "I can see that one is black and white and there is a brown one, but the other three are all black. You can't possibly know which one is which."

I assured her that each hen has her own distinguishing features - I was not even going to mention personality for fear of being committed to the funny farm - and I definitely can tell one from another. I proceeded to point out each hen by name and show that "Elsbeth has the large floppy red comb. Priscilla is more slender and has a flat comb. Maya is quite a bit larger and has an especially lovely tail." (Actually, I said, "butt.")

She peered at the hens. Shrugged. Sighed. I am the crazy chicken lady, after all, so she would give me the benefit of the doubt.

I started to collect the eggs and as I did so I pointed out which hen laid which egg.

WELL, that was going TOO far! I may just possibly be able to tell one chicken from another (though she doubted it) but I simply could NOT tell what egg came from what hen. OK, the green one came from Maya (whichever hen that was) but the other eggs are brown.

I showed her each egg, making sure she noted the differences in shape and color. She heaved a tolerant sigh barely admitting she could distinguish color shades, but absolutely insisting that "egg shape is egg shape." She walked away shaking her head and saying she would come to "see the chickens again, if you don't mind."

I said she was welcome any time. I did not say why. The reason? The entertainment value: she is much more amusing than anything on television!!
 
I said she was welcome any time. I did not say why. The reason? The entertainment value: she is much more amusing than anything on television!!
Good point.
But with an average of 70 all black birds, I don't even try to tell them apart - though I can a few. I use numbered legbands though as that works so much better for me than names. And I'd rather eat #63 rather than Joe.
 
Good point.
But with an average of 70 all black birds, I don't even try to tell them apart - though I can a few. I use numbered legbands though as that works so much better for me than names. And I'd rather eat #63 rather than Joe.
ya know, I thought this may be true, but I had to retire a breeder rabbit, and we just called her by a letter/number from her ear tattoo number, and it was incredibly hard for me. I was very attached to her. A nondescript, white rabbit.
 
a lady at the supply store the other day was thinking about getting some baby chicks, she ask me and my husband a few normal question about them, we were there shopping and stopped to look at the chicks, any way her last question was " are there female roosters?" lmao!
 
A local chicken farmer with 500 hens names his hens, "One, Two, Three, Four....." which seems logical when you think about it.

When the time comes that my current hens are no longer good layers their names will change from Priscilla to Fried and from Elsbeth to Fricassee. Pumpkin will change to Pot Pie and Spice with be Fingers. Not sure about Maya yet, but she is younger so I don't have to think about it.

I'm anxious to find out what my clueless neighbor will say when I invite her over for some chicken barbeque! THAT should be interesting!
 
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I took her back to the hen house where I pointed out each chicken by name. The woman looked confused saying, "I can see that one is black and white and there is a brown one, but the other three are all black. You can't possibly know which one is which."
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A few days ago, a friend of a friend was looking at my chickens, and I have a VERY mixed flock. The batch we were looking at at the time had quite the assortment of colors--white ones, yellow ones, brown ones, red ones, black ones, gray ones, and chickens that were mixes of many colors. I was pointing out the various chickens and telling him their names and personalities, but he STILL couldn't tell the difference between them, even with the variety of color (not to mention body and feather types). He was like "I don't know how you can tell them apart--they all look the same to me!"

I could understand him being baffled by my ability to tell our two buff banty cochins apart, or our three speckled Sussex, but I would think the difference between these chickens would be obvious even to the neophyte.

 
In Sunday school this morning. Friend: are your eggs all the same size?

Me: not really.

Friend: my husband was given this bunch of chicken eggs. I couldn't bring myself to eat them. They were all different sizes & colors. It was gross.

Me: sounds beautiful.

Friend: I just couldn't do it. I couldn't eat those chicken eggs.

Me: you do know that your eggs from the store come from chickens, right?

Friend: of course. But they're all the same color & same size. I'll send you a picture. They're just really weird.

Me: forget the picture. Send me the eggs! If you're not going to eat them, pass them along.
 
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