How do your chickens amuse you? Stories Please....

I always giggle when one of my girls gets feisty with our cat. Even when he's not doing anything to them (at the moment) they like to run up and give him a good peck on the rump or a chest bump.

 

What do my chickens do that does NOT amuse me! Everything about them amuses me! The best is the way they run - well - waddle - at full sprint across the yard when they see me.

 

I love it when a whole herd of fat, big butted hens comes a running for the treats. They are simply a riot to watch as thier bodies flop from one side to the other as they run.

Their heads TRAINED on the morsels, their wings out to steady them and their leg carrying as fast as they can.

What a sight to see. Once again I give you the video link: ..............

 

Love the video - especially the credits

 

My NHR Betty loves to chase one of my Jack Russells. Whenever she sees Charlotte sniffing around the fence (Charlotte likes to chew on discarded feathers) she starts walking purposefully toward her. As soon as Charlotte notices she'll start walking away slowly with Betty walking behind her on the other side of the fence. Charlotte starts walking faster.... Betty starts walking faster..... Charlotte breaks into a panicked run (but won't leave the edge of the fence for some reason). Betty breaks into a wing-flapping gallop behind her until Charlotte makes it around the edge of the run and jumps into my lap I never fail to get a big laugh out of this (ok, sometimes I even sort of set it up to happen if I need some amusement.....)

 

I'm a SAHM. I'm jealous of my husband, when he comes home from work, he gets the excited greatings of our children running to the door exlaiming "Daddy's home, daddy's home!"

Well, my kids never get the chance to do that for me, but everytime I go out my back door, there they are coming running toward me, my little chickies. All excited and happy to see me.

Its good to be the chicken mommy.

 

My rooster, Garfunkel, and his favorite hen, Ugly Betty, followed me from hole to hole while I was trying to plant tulips bulbs--scratching and clucking and filling in the holes faster than I could get the bulbs in. I begged and pleaded with them to give me some space and did everything I could to distract them, including throwing fat worms a distance away and even drilling them some of their own holes in the another portion of the garden. I finally gave up on distraction and started drilling ten holes at a time with my bulb auger and dropping the tulip bulbs in as fast as I could. Then I would stand back and let them fill them in. I honestly think they thought they were helping!



Ugly Betty and Garfunkel

 

I realized the other morning if my children were as excited to see me as my chickens were, I would have a good life indeed.

When I go to the field I feel like the pied pipper- chickens, goats, sheep, cow and dog, all in a line following me everywhere.