Funny Chicken Story Collection (please contribute!)

[FunClucks]

Nest boxes were built for hens to lay eggs, they're 15"x15" cozy, clean & soft with 3" of wood chips. The hens lay their eggs in the boxes, no problem there. Here's the funny part...I've often heard Rooster coos & Rooster song, (you know the sound a Roo makes when he let's hens know about a worm, & the sound a Roo makes like letting air squeak slowly out of a balloon), & when I peeked inside, I see a Rooster in a nest box. I'm not sure what the purpose is, but while I have seen various Roosters walk in & out, visiting a nest box, this 1 Rooster, a sweet EE named Baby Roo, will hang out in a nest box for up to 20 minutes! A few times, hens tried to join him. Only 3 hens managed to fit along with him, & actually I was quite impressed that many chickens could fit...who knew? I'm not sure if they're trying to break a record or just having fun. There's a record broken for how many people jammed into a telephone booth... Perhaps the chickens are trying to break a record as to how many can fit into one nest Box.
View attachment 3383798
View attachment 3383800

Adorable!!! You have a good roo! So pretty!

In the wild (back in the red jungle fowl days), one of the jobs of a rooster was finding safe/good nesting sites for the hens, and escorting them to the nest site and back to the flock once they lay their egg. Some folks believe that the egg song is actually an escort call, asking the rooster to come escort her back to the flock. My flock is kept penned due to predators so I've never seen this behavior, but those who free range a majority of the time see this behavior a fair bit.

Having your rooster check out the nest box, and call the hen to come to it is excellent rooster behavior! I heard about one rooster who chased his hens out of the nest boxes, and raised a stink, and when the human came to investigate, she found a snake in the nest box. Your rooster sounds like he might be the same type of good protector!

 

[Liz Birdlover]

Adorable!!! You have a good roo! So pretty!

In the wild (back in the red jungle fowl days), one of the jobs of a rooster was finding safe/good nesting sites for the hens, and escorting them to the nest site and back to the flock once they lay their egg. Some folks believe that the egg song is actually an escort call, asking the rooster to come escort her back to the flock. My flock is kept penned due to predators

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.

 

[Liz Birdlover]

Funny story, well it was funny to me & just about everyone that hears it.

My very 1st chickens were a pair of Barred Rocks. A friend of my dad's went to an auction, got 5 chicks, & as they were growing up he realized he had 2 Roosters. He gave me a Roo & Hen. They were still young, so I used a Pet Gazebo as a tractor during the day & brought them indoors at dusk. My dad & I got busy building a small coop with predator proof pen, & the 2 chicks would watch us. A friend heard I got into chickens & gave us 2 young Red Star hens, so now we had 4.

It was really fun building their coop with dad, & we'd let the curious chickens inspect each day's work before we all went in for the night. The chicks were also friendly & would jump up on my lap if I sat down. They'd follow us as we put tools away & cleaned up. One time, my dad said he felt something hit the back of his leg. He thought it might be the end of a plug as he was carrying tools, but when he looked, he didn't see anything dangling, just Rocky the baby Rooster standing there.

The coop was finished & the chickens got settled in. Every morning I'd visit & make sure all was well, then when home from work I'd let the chickens out to garden with me & they'd follow me around. I thought we were all bonding well. Dad carried a few water jugs & thought somehow a small rock must've hit the back of his calf, but I saw little Rocky run after my dad & jump like a baby ninja, kicking dad's leg. He didn't even have spurs, he hadn't even crowed his 1st crow yet. He was usually a sweetheart, so we didn't think much of it.

The chickens all grew & were quite gorgeous, fluffy feathers, Rocky started crowing & the 3 hens started laying eggs. They were all nice, too. I talked & sang to them all of the time. I worked a rotating schedule, so sometimes dad would do the morning coop visit & collect eggs. One particular morning, I guess either Rocky's Rooster hormones kicked in overdrive or he just woke up in a bad mood. My dad went into the coop, started to carry out the waterer to clean & refill it, & he forgot to say Good Morning...suddenly Rocky puffed up & came towards him while making a sound, like an evil laugh! My dad tried to get out of the coop fast before Rocky attacked (who was full grown & large by then). Dad was still carrying the water & somehow got all tangled up in the chain holding the feeder. He went to try & swing the feeder between him & Rocky, but feed spilled out & the waterer spilled water on his pants & shoes. Just as Rocky reached my dad, he stopped, spun around & strutted out the chicken door with tail bouncing & literally laughing like Ha, Ha, Ha. Rocky didn't jump up, didn't spur, he just saw dad with feeder chain wrapped around his arm & wet clothes & shoes...I guess he was satisfied. I didn't see it happen but I envisioned it easily when he told me what happened...I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

Rocky still has his evil laugh & comical laugh to this day.

 

[triciayoung]

Funny story, well it was funny to me & just about everyone that hears it.

My very 1st chickens were a pair of Barred Rocks. A friend of my dad's went to an auction, got 5 chicks, & as they were growing up he realized he had 2 Roosters. He gave me a Roo & Hen. They were still young, so I used a Pet Gazebo as a tractor during the day & brought them indoors at dusk. My dad & I got busy building a small coop with predator proof pen, & the 2 chicks would watch us. A friend heard I got into chickens & gave us 2 young Red Star hens, so now we had 4.

It was really fun building their coop with dad, & we'd let the curious chickens inspect each day's work before we all went in for the night. The chicks were also friendly & would jump up on my lap if I sat down. They'd follow us as we put tools away & cleaned up. One time, my dad said he felt something hit the back of his leg. He thought it might be the end of a plug as he was carrying tools, but when he looked, he didn't see anything dangling, just Rocky the baby Rooster standing there.

The coop was finished & the chickens got settled in. Every morning I'd visit & make sure all was well, then when home from work I'd let the chickens out to garden with me & they'd follow me around. I thought we were all bonding well. Dad carried a few water jugs & thought somehow a small rock must've hit the back of his calf, but I saw little Rocky run after my dad & jump like a baby ninja, kicking dad's leg. He didn't even have spurs, he hadn't even crowed his 1st crow yet. He was usually a sweetheart, so we didn't think much of it.

The chickens all grew & were quite gorgeous, fluffy feathers, Rocky started crowing & the 3 hens started laying eggs. They were all nice, too. I talked & sang to them all of the time. I worked a rotating schedule, so sometimes dad would do the morning coop visit & collect eggs. One particular morning, I guess either Rocky's Rooster hormones kicked in overdrive or he just woke up in a bad mood. My dad went into the coop, started to carry out the waterer to clean & refill it, & he forgot to say Good Morning...suddenly Rocky puffed up & came towards him while making a sound, like an evil laugh! My dad tried to get out of the coop fast before Rocky attacked (who was full grown & large by then). Dad was still carrying the water & somehow got all tangled up in the chain holding the feeder. He went to try & swing the feeder between him & Rocky, but feed spilled out & the waterer spilled water on his pants & shoes. Just as Rocky reached my dad, he stopped, spun around & strutted out the chicken door with tail bouncing & literally laughing like Ha, Ha, Ha. Rocky didn't jump up, didn't spur, he just saw dad with feeder chain wrapped around his arm & wet clothes & shoes...I guess he was satisfied. I didn't see it happen but I envisioned it easily when he told me what happened...I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

Rocky still has his evil laugh & comical laugh to this day.

View attachment 3387228

Great story. He is beautiful.

 

[Iluveggers]

Funny story, well it was funny to me & just about everyone that hears it.

My very 1st chickens were a pair of Barred Rocks. A friend of my dad's went to an auction, got 5 chicks, & as they were growing up he realized he had 2 Roosters. He gave me a Roo & Hen. They were still young, so I used a Pet Gazebo as a tractor during the day & brought them indoors at dusk. My dad & I got busy building a small coop with predator proof pen, & the 2 chicks would watch us. A friend heard I got into chickens & gave us 2 young Red Star hens, so now we had 4.

It was really fun building their coop with dad, & we'd let the curious chickens inspect each day's work before we all went in for the night. The chicks were also friendly & would jump up on my lap if I sat down. They'd follow us as we put tools away & cleaned up. One time, my dad said he felt something hit the back of his leg. He thought it might be the end of a plug as he was carrying tools, but when he looked, he didn't see anything dangling, just Rocky the baby Rooster standing there.

The coop was finished & the chickens got settled in. Every morning I'd visit & make sure all was well, then when home from work I'd let the chickens out to garden with me & they'd follow me around. I thought we were all bonding well. Dad carried a few water jugs & thought somehow a small rock must've hit the back of his calf, but I saw little Rocky run after my dad & jump like a baby ninja, kicking dad's leg. He didn't even have spurs, he hadn't even crowed his 1st crow yet. He was usually a sweetheart, so we didn't think much of it.

The chickens all grew & were quite gorgeous, fluffy feathers, Rocky started crowing & the 3 hens started laying eggs. They were all nice, too. I talked & sang to them all of the time. I worked a rotating schedule, so sometimes dad would do the morning coop visit & collect eggs. One particular morning, I guess either Rocky's Rooster hormones kicked in overdrive or he just woke up in a bad mood. My dad went into the coop, started to carry out the waterer to clean & refill it, & he forgot to say Good Morning...suddenly Rocky puffed up & came towards him while making a sound, like an evil laugh! My dad tried to get out of the coop fast before Rocky attacked (who was full grown & large by then). Dad was still carrying the water & somehow got all tangled up in the chain holding the feeder. He went to try & swing the feeder between him & Rocky, but feed spilled out & the waterer spilled water on his pants & shoes. Just as Rocky reached my dad, he stopped, spun around & strutted out the chicken door with tail bouncing & literally laughing like Ha, Ha, Ha. Rocky didn't jump up, didn't spur, he just saw dad with feeder chain wrapped around his arm & wet clothes & shoes...I guess he was satisfied. I didn't see it happen but I envisioned it easily when he told me what happened...I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

Rocky still has his evil laugh & comical laugh to this day.

View attachment 3387228

Hilarious!

 

[Chicken poppy]

Two broody chickens, one a kiss up (obsessed with the other)

Kiss up is Isbe who follows the love of her life, Rizo, everywhere.

Isbe laid an egg and Rizo instantly takes it from under her, i felt bad so took it out and put it under Isbe.

Isbe takes her head and stuffs the egg COMPLETELY under Rizo, her neck fully under her body, Rizo squeals.

Then Isbe left and waited at the top of the stairs til she was done. Crazy birds!

I have more which i’ll post later.

 

[brahmamamamak]

I hope I’m doing this correctly…my funny chick story.
Last night at about 2am I heard my 2 week old chicks cheeping loudly. As we all know when chicks are that loud, you need to check things out and quickly! Out of bed, now very wide awake… I ran to the brooder to see complete pandemonium!!! A stink bug had made the mistake of landing in the brooder. Half of the chicks were running scared away from it, the other half were chasing it! Let’s just say… it did not end well for the stink bug.

 

[Iluveggers]

I hope I’m doing this correctly…my funny chick story.
Last night at about 2am I heard my 2 week old chicks cheeping loudly. As we all know when chicks are that loud, you need to check things out and quickly! Out of bed, now very wide awake… I ran to the brooder to see complete pandemonium!!! A stink bug had made the mistake of landing in the brooder. Half of the chicks were running scared away from it, the other half were chasing it! Let’s just say… it did not end well for the stink bug.

Good girls! Stink bugs are so obnoxious!

 

[brahmamamamak]

Good girls! Stink bugs are so obnoxious!

Im guessing that they don’t taste that great either.

 

[Chicken poppy]

I hope I’m doing this correctly…my funny chick story.
Last night at about 2am I heard my 2 week old chicks cheeping loudly. As we all know when chicks are that loud, you need to check things out and quickly! Out of bed, now very wide awake… I ran to the brooder to see complete pandemonium!!! A stink bug had made the mistake of landing in the brooder. Half of the chicks were running scared away from it, the other half were chasing it! Let’s just say… it did not end well for the stink bug.

Same thing for a cicada!

That cicada, ended up being divided in more sections then twenty peoples slices of pie.