Funny Chicken Stories!

[DogAndCat36]

Dr Nelson did caution me that this was the first and only chicken he had ever treated in his office and asked me if I rwould NOT tell anyone.

So.... of course this is my favorite story and I tell everyone who will listen.

That poor doctor. Oh you are so evil for telling everyone.

 

[Three Little Bunnies]

I literally have a while series of funny chicken stories. I’ll have to do one tomorrow.

 

[DogAndCat36]

My rooster, Falcon, once got a really bloody comb after a fight with the other roosters and it was becoming night. I couldn't put him back in, he would be killed so I put him in my room... Big mistake. I stoped the bleeding but he wouldn't stop crowing unless I was cuddling him. So, instead of him sleeping inside a tote, he slept on my bed... He didn't poop, good for him. But he did something really weird. He preferred to sleep under the blanket and it got hot, don't worry he could still breathe. Well, I was finnaly going to sleep when he slowly pressed the bottom part of his head against my cheek and started to slowly pant in my ear and then he started to lick my face awkwardly. I didn't sleep a wink.
You don't know fear if you have never been licked by a chicken.

 

[Three Little Bunnies]

Here’s one:

A while ago I was outside filling the nest boxes with shavings. Liberty (Americana) walked into the coop and started trying to roll a white egg out of the nest box. I moved the eggs to a different box so I could fill it with shavings. Liberty tried to roll the same egg out again, and I watched to see what she would do with it. She rolled the egg out, left it there, and walked into the box to sit on the brown egg inside of it.

 

[Three Little Bunnies]

Here’s another from when the babies were little.

The babies like to roost on the edge of the brooder. They aren’t supposed to do this, and they know it. Earlier, one of the kids called me out to see them. All four of them were sitting on the edge, despite the large piece of plastic over the brooder, there to prevent this. When I walked over, most of them immediately hopped back into the brooder. I grabbed two pieces of wood and placed them over the area not covered by the plastic. The pieces were small enough that they could still get fresh air, but large enough that they couldn’t fly through. Well, Dorothy and Emily managed to fly through anyways. Emily fell into the box next to the brooder, there to hold the feed. I figured, she got in there, she can get herself out. She attempted to, doing a chin-up on the edge of the box (do chickens have chins?), but she fell back in. As I attempted to grab her and help her, she ran away from me and got herself stuck between the bag of feed and the side of the box. I rescued her and placed her back in the brooder with the others. Dorothy and Jenny were already sitting on the edge, while Cheri peeped sadly since she couldn’t figure out how to get up there. I set Emily down, and she promptly flew onto the top of the waterer.

 

[Cheeki]

My oldest light Brahma hen, Doris likes to find a broody hen so she can lay her daily egg in the broody’s box so the broody will sit on her eggs for her. I have to mark all broody eggs so I know which egg is the one Doris laid that day.

 

[ChickenGirl300]

Sorry this is a long story...

Years ago when I was building my greenhouse in the open area of my yard. I had to walk right by the front stoop of my chicken house where a lot of the chickens hung out to dust bathe and primp their feathers.

I did a lot of walking back and forth for different tools, hammer, different size screw driver, fresh battery for the power drill.... anyway I glanced over and my favorite hen SPOT was standing outside and she had some blood coming from her comb. She was a Speckled Sussex and had a large upright comb. It was so large that she had trouble eating out of my feeder sometimes. I figured she got it stuck in there and it cut her a little. Anyway I looked at it and it and I did not think is was to bad and I just went on with my work as I thought well it will coagulate and stop soon.

Every time I went by I looked at her and suddenly about an hour and a half later I realized she was Bleeding To Death!

OMG her face was pale and she was hunkered down sleepy like. I went into panic mode and wrapped her in a small blanket that I kept outside for the dogs to lay on. It was handy so I grabbed it. I called about 3 of the local veterinarians and one was still open.

I sat her in the crook of my arm and headed for the office that was about 8 miles away. I drive a ford pickup with standard shift and I will tell you steering, shifting and clutching was not easy with a chicken on your lap. ( yes, now I know I should have put her in a cage of some kind but at that time I did not have one of those cat carrier things)

At the one Stop light I was waiting for the light to change to green when a fancy car pulled up on the left side as they were in the turn lane, anyway this lady did a double take as she looked up at us with a confused and startled look on her face, like have you never seen a girl taking a ride with her chicken who was looking out the window.

Now mind you, I had been working in the yard in my most worn out clothes, paint specked, holy kneed, grimy things, tennis shoes with holes in the toes. I had no makeup on or even combed my hair yet that day. I just HAD to get my chicken to the vet before she died.

It did not occur to me how I looked until I stepped into the office....there were about 5 other people there nicely dressed waiting in chairs with there more conventional pets, you know dogs and Cats. I had hooded the blanket over Spots head a little bit as whenever she shook her head blood flew all over. Anyway I stepped up to the secretary desk and signed in and filled out the form

Name Spot,

Breed Speckled Sussex

Sex Female.

Age 2

Reason for visit, cut on her head

then I took my seat at which time Spot started getting ansy and talking. You know the kind. There is usually one in each flock who just talks and talks, always squawking about something. I don’t know if it chicken gossip or what. Anyway she is LOUD.

The people on each side of me leaned away and moved over. The German Short hair definitely knew what I had in the blanket but I don’t think that anyone else did.
After an extremely long and uncomfortable amount of time it was finally our turn.

The vet simply looked her over cleaned and dried the comb. Held it tight to stop the flow of blood for a moment and swiped super glue accrost it and immediately it stopped. Wow that was easy! I was so relieved!

Dr Nelson did caution me that this was the first and only chicken he had ever treated in his office and asked me if I would NOT tell anyone.

So.... of course this is my favorite story and I tell everyone who will listen.

Wow!!!!!!! I am so glad she was ok though!

 

[HappyClucker7]

Here is another one of mine: Last Summer, I learned how much chickens love string beans. I was picking a string bean and holding it out for them to jump for. Well, they learned.

Chickens shouldn't eat raw beans though...

 

[humblehillsfarm]

Chickens shouldn't eat raw beans though...

I feed mine the end pieces of raw beans. I didn't know I shouldn't. This source says as few as three beans can be deadly!!

 

[ChickenGirl300]

Chickens shouldn't eat raw beans though...

Really? I didn't know that...