Heehee this is a hysterical thread! Here's my story:
So, I had first gotten chickens, and I was enjoying the heck out of having a backyard for the first time in my life. (I bought my first house this winter, never owned a yard before). I went all out and bought a beautiful patio set for 6, which I had spent hours assembling the prior day. The intention was to have backyard patio parties where my friends and I could watch the chickens and relax with a glass of wine all throughout the summer (anyone from Idaho can tell you that our evenings are long and gorgeous, and perfect in the summer).
So one of my friends is a bit of a neat freak, and I was the most nervous about introducing her to my birds, as most people (mistakenly) believe that they are dirty and gross. I had put my chickens through a test run, and they had completely ignored the patio set the day before, so I put out all the cushions and such with confidence. My neat freak friend comes over for the first dinner party, and I am quick to explain that eating out on the patio would be fine, and that the chickens never get up on it anyway.
Sooo, almost literally while I am explaining this, we make it to the back door, and when I look out, there is Darla, standing on the very center of my new pristine glass patio table with muddy feet.
She ruffles her feathers at us, cocks her head, and says 'bok?'.
I immediately went outside and tried to shoo her off, but unfortunately a 6 person patio table is rather large, and she just scooted to the other side of the table, leaving muddy footprints EVERYWHERE. Eventually I was able to outsmart her (yes it took me a while to outsmart a chicken) and lift her off the table.
After seeing her off and blushing furiously, I made a show of cleaning off the table with disinfectant. Luckily my friend was too busy laughing hysterically at me chasing a chicken around a patio set and cursing like a sailor.
We did have our nice evening patio dinner, but the topic was unfortunately focused on how silly I looked chasing Darla around the patio table.
So, I had first gotten chickens, and I was enjoying the heck out of having a backyard for the first time in my life. (I bought my first house this winter, never owned a yard before). I went all out and bought a beautiful patio set for 6, which I had spent hours assembling the prior day. The intention was to have backyard patio parties where my friends and I could watch the chickens and relax with a glass of wine all throughout the summer (anyone from Idaho can tell you that our evenings are long and gorgeous, and perfect in the summer).
So one of my friends is a bit of a neat freak, and I was the most nervous about introducing her to my birds, as most people (mistakenly) believe that they are dirty and gross. I had put my chickens through a test run, and they had completely ignored the patio set the day before, so I put out all the cushions and such with confidence. My neat freak friend comes over for the first dinner party, and I am quick to explain that eating out on the patio would be fine, and that the chickens never get up on it anyway.
Sooo, almost literally while I am explaining this, we make it to the back door, and when I look out, there is Darla, standing on the very center of my new pristine glass patio table with muddy feet.
She ruffles her feathers at us, cocks her head, and says 'bok?'.
I immediately went outside and tried to shoo her off, but unfortunately a 6 person patio table is rather large, and she just scooted to the other side of the table, leaving muddy footprints EVERYWHERE. Eventually I was able to outsmart her (yes it took me a while to outsmart a chicken) and lift her off the table.
After seeing her off and blushing furiously, I made a show of cleaning off the table with disinfectant. Luckily my friend was too busy laughing hysterically at me chasing a chicken around a patio set and cursing like a sailor.
We did have our nice evening patio dinner, but the topic was unfortunately focused on how silly I looked chasing Darla around the patio table.
