help me find chickens in literature please

[BantyChooks]

https://www.scholastic.com/teachers/books/josefina-story-quilt-the-by-eleanor-coerr/

 

[SueT]

Ooh, I remember! It’s really, really fabulous! You must read it! @GodofPecking

The Chicken Chronicles: Sitting with the Angels Who Have Returned with My Memories: Glorious, Rufus, Gertrude Stein, Splendor, Hortensia, Agnes of God, the Gladyses, & Babe: A Memoir
by Alice Walker

I just found a copy of this on Ebay for $3.99 and ordered it!

 

[micstrachan]

I just found a copy of this on Ebay for $3.99 and ordered it!

I hope you like it! Quick, easy read. Let us know if you enjoy it as much as I did (or not).

 

[Soon2BChixMom]

Chicken Little - has been redone in various media.
The Little Red Hen story.
Both children's stories.

 

[Soon2BChixMom]

I had a little rooster song.
Here is one page:

 

[GodofPecking]

well that looks like a learners tune meant to be a simple exercise, still, I like it better than the thrusting disgusting music videos on tv. Long live the pirate's melodies.

 

[Soon2BChixMom]

well that looks like a learners tune meant to be a simple exercise, still, I like it better than the thrusting disgusting music videos on tv. Long live the pirate's melodies.

There are many variations of it even one by Pete Seeger. It's a cumulative folk type children's song. Not sure what era it comes from, but definitely no demoralizing videos involved.

 

[SueT]

I am reading The Chicken Chronicles, mentioned on previous page. Alice Walker is a pulitzer prize winning author. The book is just lovely. I'll do a review in 'reviews' when I'm done.

 

[JoeO]

Was just about to start a "Chick Lit" thread, but had the sense to search first! Finnegans Wake, anyone?

About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or kuur?) was in the offing and Premver a promise of a pril when, as kischabrigies sang life’s old sahatsong, an iceclad shiverer, merest of bantlings observed a cold fowl behaviourising strangely on that fatal midden or chip factory or comicalbottomed copsjute (dump for short) […]

The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans, a more than quinquegintarian (Terziis prize with Serni medal, Cheepalizzy’s Hane Exposition) and what she was scratching at the hour of klokking twelve looked for all this zogzag world like a goodish-sized sheet of letterpaper […]

Lead, kindly fowl! They always did: ask the ages. What bird has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. For her socioscientific sense is sound as a bell, sir, her volucrine automutativeness right on normalcy: she knows, she just feels she was kind of born to lay and love eggs (trust her to propagate the species and hoosh her fluffballs safe through din and danger!); lastly but mostly, in her genesic field it is all game and no gammon; she is ladylike in everything she does and plays the gentleman’s part every time. Let us auspice it! Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible, Ague will be rejuvenated, woman with her ridiculous white burden will reach by one step sublime incubation, the manewanting human lioness with her dishorned discipular manram will lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly, they are not justified, those gloompourers who grouse that letters have never been quite their old selves again since that weird weekday in bleak Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a waste’s oasis!) when to the shock of both, Biddy Doran looked at literature.

 

[JacinLarkwell]

There was a childrens book with a chicken named Daisy who gets sold and her owner goes to save her drom the butcher. Cant remember the name though, ita been like 12 years