Funny Chicken Story Collection (please contribute!)

[HarmonyHorsey]

You're welcome. When you finish it, please post it here for everyone.

I'll send the link

 

[BackroadGirl57]

That's what i meant ofc thank you

 

[HarmonyHorsey]

That's what i meant

https://www.backyardchickens.com/articles/funny-chicken-stories-contributed-by-byc-members.78817/

PS I haven't added your story yet but I will as soon as I can.

 

[littledog]

Both pets are no longer with us unfortunately, but a few years ago we had a black hen who was best friends with our Border Collie. Molly the hen would explore the edges of the field looking for blackberries to eat, and Oreo the dog would stay with her, protecting her. He would show her where the good berries grew (and eat a few himself) and she would follow him. At the end of the day he would escort her back to the coop and stay until she went in and we shut the door.

 

[Nashv755]

I was in the shop one day and I hear the whole flock sound off so I walked around the corner to the back yard. About 30 chickens come whizzing by me at eye level before I knew what was going on. My rooster Fred landed 10ft beside me and spun a 180 with his chest puffed out and wings pointed at the ground like "come get some!". It was a hawk chasing a little bird in the tree above them at the pond. Always thoughts it was funny how he landed and spun around with his long Phoenix tail blowing in the wind. Another little cockerel that he took under his wing overshot to hide with the others until he saw us in the middle of the yard and ran back to us lol

 

[My Very First 6 Chickens]

Hmm, it's not much of a story, but my naked neck bantam pullet, Gwenyth, is a deep thinker apparently. Whenever I show her anything, whether it's a hand full of food or an interesting object, she studies it reeeeeal close with her neck stretched out and everything, frozen in time as if she has to slowly process what she's seeing. This morning, I took some leftovers out for the chickens to finish up and I let her have a go at the plate first, up out of reach of the older birds. Well, of course she had to stretch that neck out and really stare at the leftovers before she could partake. She stared for what felt like an eternity, at an entire plate of food that she had to herself for the moment, before she finally took a few pecks at it and started eating!

This is from a few days ago, but here's Gwennie:

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Omg, i am in love with her!!!!

 

[My Very First 6 Chickens]

Both pets are no longer with us unfortunately, but a few years ago we had a black hen who was best friends with our Border Collie. Molly the hen would explore the edges of the field looking for blackberries to eat, and Oreo the dog would stay with her, protecting her. He would show her where the good berries grew (and eat a few himself) and she would follow him. At the end of the day he would escort her back to the coop and stay until she went in and we shut the door.

I have a cat that adopted me about 2 years ago. Her name is kitty. My flock of 5 will venture out and I always know where they are because if I see kitty sittin' somewhere off in the distance, i know the flock is there. Kitty stays close to them when they free range. Its cute. Her behavior has indicated warnings to me. She'll stare, look at me, stare, look at me....'what do you see Kitty'? Ohhhhh a monster in the tree (hawk)! Good job kitty heres a treat!

 

[My Very First 6 Chickens]

Mine, too...predator proof pens and coops. They only free range when I am right there doing yard work or gardening with them. I try to get them out a bit every sunny day I am able, less often with shorter winter days but at least a few times a week. Spring & Summer will be daily after or before work.

Baby Roo is the sweetest Roo ever!
A little story about him...

In 2015, I went to visit a place that had Easter eggers available, as I wanted a couple of hens to add blue eggs among my various brown & cream colors. Well the place was pretty nasty, I'd never been there before. Too many chickens were crammed into a large, muddy, run. He didn't breed them, he gets chicks elsewhere then sells them every Spring & Summer. It was hot, in August, so this was his last batch for the year. I noticed the only drinking water available to them was in a nasty, green, algae scummy tub. The guy told me he wants all chickens gone, he doesn't keep any after September. He said a few more people are coming to get chickens but whatever is left will end up in the stew pot. Well, that upset me. I mentally switched from "2 egg layers" into "Holy crap, I've got to rescue more than 2" mode.

Despite the nasty pen & water, the majority of chickens were quite beautiful, as they came from good stock, he said Amish in Pennsylvania. A few chickens were agitated with the crowded conditions & I saw bullying & plucking. One hen was completely plucked naked & bald, couldn't even tell what color she was. I told the man there's my 1st hen, I wanted her. I saw a very young red rooster, also being chased around & traumatized. I saw about a dozen hens that looked very unhappy. Needless to say instead of 2 hens, I went home with 12 Hens & the 1 Rooster.

The hens were fairly easy to catch but the rooster had already been running frantically in panic mode, he was the youngest after all, & the only Roo. When he saw the kid coming after him with a big net, he became even more traumatized & panicked. When the boy scooped him up in the net, that poor little rooster made the most pitiful, screaming then crying sounds, it broke my heart. The boy made his way towards me & the baby Roo stopped struggling, trapped inside the net. I gently took the baby rooster out of the net, being very careful with his toes & wings. Then I sat down & held him on my lap for a bit, as I could feel his heart racing & fast breathing. I tried to soothe & pet him, saying everything's going to be OK sweetie, I'm going to love you and take care of you. He stopped shaking & huddled in a ball, snuggling & leaning into me. He sat hunkered down on my lap the entire drive home, as I spoke gently & pet his comb, face & neck feathers.

Once home I checked over each bird individually, brought them into my bathroom, gave them lavender oatmeal shampoo baths & dried them off with the hair dryer...they Loved it & stared at themselves in the mirror, then preened in the sun. When I finished, they were fluffy, calm, smelled amazing & were completely mite free & any injuries were tended to. Then they were set up in a clean quarantined coop area. That poor bald hen had to be set up by herself in a large cage at 1st, because she was attacking & ripping out the feathers of any other nearby chickens. I suspect the reason she did this was because that's what was done to her. It took 2 weeks, but eventually on a healthy diet, consistent routine, fresh chick weed & being in a calm environment, her feathers began to grow in & she let me pet her. Her feathers were glossy black and she was beautiful, I named her Pepper Sprout. It took 2 months but eventually I moved her whole cage in with the group & then let her join them. She was like a new chicken with a sweet disposition!

The other hens took just a couple weeks to become sweet with me. It was really cool watching them discover fresh chickweed, hanging corn or cabbage, pelleted feed & live mealworms for the 1st time. They didn't even know what grass was. Their 1st dust bathes in the warm sun were long & luxurious. I could see their grateful expressions!

Baby Roo was sweet from the 1st moment I took him out of the net & held him. It's as if he realized I rescued him & is still a sweet, gentle loving Roo to this day, over 7 yrs old, & still loves hunkering down on my lap for hugs & pets. Whenever I say his name, he makes these sweet sounds, talking back to me. I hug him every day.
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I just cried and cried reading this! What a beautiful story!!!!! You saved those chickens!! YOU are a hero!!!!

 

[My Very First 6 Chickens]

Nope, they sure don't. One day, I watched my young pullet, happily pecking & munching bugs. Then she got ahold of a stink bug...her facial expression was priceless, a look of surprise, turning to sheer disgust, then she quickly spat out the nasty morsel, leaned down eyeing it closely, as if to purposely remember & embed in her brain, this horrid, offensive snack, then she walked away quite perturbed, shaking her head with attitude. The rooster stared at her quizzically, not knowing what to do...then he figured if she's mad, it's best to leave her alone. He mosied over to the not quite dead stink bug, leaned down to get a closer look, then must've gotten a whiff. He walked away slowly, also shaking his head & snorting. Funniest thing I ever saw!

They shake their heads when they dont want it. Its funny.

 

[My Very First 6 Chickens]

Tater Tot, my buff orpington, is the last one out of the coop every morning. The others will already be eating, and she's still up on the top roost....then she begins with the rapid-fire BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK, hops down, and as if the door was a guillotine or she was jumping over hot lava, LAUNCHES herself out the door....then calmly joins the others at the feeder... Not the greatest story but it makes me laugh every time I see it.

That is hilarious! I love when the hens coming bounding out of the run! Wings spread and a little bee bop to their step!