- Aug 9, 2011
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My roommate brought home this little silky/ameraucana cross that someone had given her for free. She had gone to buy a barred rock and a leghorn and this little hen got thrown in as a little bonus. We quickly named her "Squeakers" because she sounded like a squeaky railcar and made this noise nonstop from 8am through about 1pm and occasionally incite the other chickens to rioting and clucking noisily as well. We thought that she might be broody, but if we gave her an egg to sit on she'd quickly get bored or hungry.
I wanted to eat her -- we had more chickens than we were entitled to anyway -- but my housemates nixed that idea. A nice lady on freecycle who doesn't have so many neighbors to annoy eventually took her, and Squeakers put up a hell of a fight and we were only able to catch her after she wedged herself in the tiny gap between the coop and the fence -- screaming the whole time, of course.
Moral of the story: No such thing as a free chicken. Or, Always look a gift chicken in the eye. Something like that.
I wanted to eat her -- we had more chickens than we were entitled to anyway -- but my housemates nixed that idea. A nice lady on freecycle who doesn't have so many neighbors to annoy eventually took her, and Squeakers put up a hell of a fight and we were only able to catch her after she wedged herself in the tiny gap between the coop and the fence -- screaming the whole time, of course.
Moral of the story: No such thing as a free chicken. Or, Always look a gift chicken in the eye. Something like that.
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