Ended Official BYC Mini Contest #3 - Tell us your funniest poultry story and y

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Hey everyone! 2015 is nearly over and we decided to ring in the new year on a humorous note. We would like you to share your funniest chicken, or other poultry related story and if your story makes us laugh, you can win a 2016 BYC Calendar!

RULES:

1. Post your funniest chicken story as a reply to this thread. Must be between 100-250 words.
2. Only one entry per member will be accepted.
3. The TWO funniest stories will each win a free 2016 BYC Calendar!
4. Have fun!

**WE WILL ACCEPT ENTRIES UNTIL THE 28th OF DECEMBER 2015**​

 

[generaldsherman]

I have gotten into raising chickens only this year. After my original 3 pullets began to grow up, I decided to add a couple more to my flock. This was only a couple of weeks ago.

At the same time, my neighbor-to whom I had given a chihuahua that did not get along with my roommates dog- told me he was going to move and couldn't take the dog with him. As my roommate had moved out, I said I'd take back the boy I'd given to him, especially since my little girl chihuahua missed her friend. He came back home just before Thanksgiving, just after picking up two small chicks from a hatchery in Queen Creek, AZ.

Nani, my girl dog, has always been a mommy to the chicks. She started this with the original trio of birds, watching/guarding her friends. She took to the baby chicks immediately, mothering them like a good mommy dog (AKA, giving them baths when she could get to them, cleaning the "kennel" whenever a chick I was holding had an accident, so on).

Odie, the boy dog, did not take to them at first, or rather, took to them a little too much. He got in trouble for chasing the big girls once, and then settled down. After a couple of weeks, he began to notice how Nani was mothering the baby birds. One evening this week, while I was holding the two chicks, he decided he was "daddy" and began cleaning them, too, much to Nani's dismay-she got jealous and yelled at him for bothering "her babies"; he didn't care.

At least my chickens will be clean and safe from all things a pair of chihuahuas can chase off!

 

[Katrina113]

This is my first year with chickens. Late this summer we built an addition to the run for the winter, and our 8 girls have taken to this area quite well.

The other night, they insisted on sleeping out in the run, instead of roosting in the coop, as it had been a really nice day. My hubby had told me that five of the girls were on the "chicken enrichment" - a ladder style roost. The remaining 3 were elsewhere in the run.

I went out there, and kept counting 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. All cuddled together on the top roost. A Giant Chicken Cuddle.
This was a little distressing, not knowing where the last one was. 1, 2, 3, 4. I counted heads, I counted fluffly chicken butts. I counted feather color (we have 2 of 4 different kinds, each with their own colorings.)

I finally say to my husband "Where is Zana?" Yes, they all have names.

After hearing me, the 5th poked her head up out of the middle of the Chicken Cuddle, just like she was saying "Here I am, Mommie! Fooled you!"

They had cuddled so close together, you couldn't see her.

 

[Teila]

When the compost bin is getting full I take off the small doors and drag out the soil grubs and larvae for the girls to dig through.

Along with the small larvae there have been much larger larvae which get popped back into the compost.

Unbeknown to me, the 3-4 year old whopper sized larvae have finally turned into rhinoceros beetles!

I take the doors off, the gals come running over all excited and a rhino beetle raises on his back legs and hisses at them .. never seen chickens scatter so fast!

I gather up all the now obvious rhino beetles and pop them back in the compost.

However, every time one of the gals goes behind the compost bin she runs back, buk buking up a storm .. ooops, I missed one!

Later, Crystal starts ‘appealing’ so I turn around to tell off whoever is picking on her and she is all alone??? She runs past me, stops and looks down at her leg .. she has a rhinoceros beetle hanging off her leg. She reached down, grabbed him and tossed him across the yard.

Next KiKi is buk buking up a storm.. I got there just in time to see her leap a good 3 foot, straight up when a rhino beetle hind legged and hissed at her.

Mental note to self: Check that beetle larvae have not transformed into hissing chicken predator prior to letting the gals dig in the compost dirt

 

[Frindizzle]

Got to start to remember those funnies again..

 

[bruceha2000]

I have 16 chickens, nine 3.5 Y/O and seven 6 months old. They all like to forage in the tall grass in front of the barn when the sun is over the yardarm but not yet roosting time. I was out with them one day this summer when my wife came home from work and counted 16 chickens in the grass. Then one of the chickens came up from the barn. My wife had counted the wild rabbit that has determined we are not dangerous. It was out foraging "with" the flock.

 

[Lady of McCamley]

One day my husband and I had re-sized the coop run to make it larger. In the process, we also ended up having to move the entry gate into the coop run about 8 feet to the other side of the coop. The girls were out foraging while we completed the task during the day, but they had frequently checked our work to make sure it was up to snuff. After finishing and leaving the new gate open for the hens to re-enter the coop come dusk, we went into the house for dinner.

While we sat around the kitchen nook eating, my husband wondered aloud if the hens would get the idea where the new gate was. Just as he had finished those words a little tap, tap, tapping came rapping on the back sliding door. We looked out, and one of the hens was tapping on the door in the twilight. We figured she had seen the light and wanted a food treat as I keep the treat bucket by the back door. We opened it to tell her it was time for bed not treats.

When we looked down at the hen on the back steps, we saw she was at the head of a long line of birds that stretched between our back door and the coop, literally in single file, watching her as she "petitioned" the cause. As we came down the back steps, they turned in unison and created a queue to the coop where the old gate spot had been. Since it was nearly nightfall, to make matters easy, my husband picked up the first bird and lifted it over the wire fence so it could enter the coop run hoping the others would begin to get the idea that it was time to go to bed since they could see the new open gate to the coop from that "lifting" spot. But, they had a different idea. Each and every hen shuffled in step to advance to the "lifting" spot and waited to be picked up and placed over the fence to the coop.

Oh man, what service we gave all 15 that night. Since then, the family has referred to any petitioning hen at the back steps as the "union representative" demanding either better food or working conditions or top star service.

Our silly birds.

LofMc

 

[Teila]

One day my husband and I had re-sized the coop run to make it larger. In the process, we also ended up having to move the entry gate into the coop run about 8 feet to the other side of the coop. The girls were out foraging while we completed the task during the day, but they had frequently checked our work to make sure it was up to snuff. After finishing and leaving the new gate open for the hens to re-enter the coop come dusk, we went into the house for dinner.

While we sat around the kitchen nook eating, my husband wondered aloud if the hens would get the idea where the new gate was. Just as he had finished those words a little tap, tap, tapping came rapping on the back sliding door. We looked out, and one of the hens was tapping on the door in the twilight. We figured she had seen the light and wanted a food treat as I keep the treat bucket by the back door. We opened it to tell her it was time for bed not treats.

When we looked down at the hen on the back steps, we saw she was at the head of a long line of birds that stretched between our back door and the coop, literally in single file, watching her as she "petitioned" the cause. As we came down the back steps, they turned in unison and created a queue to the coop where the old gate spot had been. Since it was nearly nightfall, to make matters easy, my husband picked up the first bird and lifted it over the wire fence so it could enter the coop run hoping the others would begin to get the idea that it was time to go to bed since they could see the new open gate to the coop from that "lifting" spot. But, they had a different idea. Each and every hen shuffled in step to advance to the "lifting" spot and waited to be picked up and placed over the fence to the coop.

Oh man, what service we gave all 15 that night. Since then, the family has referred to any petitioning hen at the back steps as the "union representative" demanding either better food or working conditions or top star service.

Our silly birds.

LofMc

Aaaw, I love it!

 

[sunflour]

One day my husband and I had re-sized the coop run to make it larger. In the process, we also ended up having to move the entry gate into the coop run about 8 feet to the other side of the coop. The girls were out foraging while we completed the task during the day, but they had frequently checked our work to make sure it was up to snuff. After finishing and leaving the new gate open for the hens to re-enter the coop come dusk, we went into the house for dinner.

While we sat around the kitchen nook eating, my husband wondered aloud if the hens would get the idea where the new gate was. Just as he had finished those words a little tap, tap, tapping came rapping on the back sliding door. We looked out, and one of the hens was tapping on the door in the twilight. We figured she had seen the light and wanted a food treat as I keep the treat bucket by the back door. We opened it to tell her it was time for bed not treats.

When we looked down at the hen on the back steps, we saw she was at the head of a long line of birds that stretched between our back door and the coop, literally in single file, watching her as she "petitioned" the cause. As we came down the back steps, they turned in unison and created a queue to the coop where the old gate spot had been. Since it was nearly nightfall, to make matters easy, my husband picked up the first bird and lifted it over the wire fence so it could enter the coop run hoping the others would begin to get the idea that it was time to go to bed since they could see the new open gate to the coop from that "lifting" spot. But, they had a different idea. Each and every hen shuffled in step to advance to the "lifting" spot and waited to be picked up and placed over the fence to the coop.

Oh man, what service we gave all 15 that night. Since then, the family has referred to any petitioning hen at the back steps as the "union representative" demanding either better food or working conditions or top star service.

Our silly birds.

LofMc

Great story. Another example of how really smart they are and how they train us.

 

[Copper Creek]

My lamb lived with my chickens for a while. The lamb was pretty wild and ran into everything. He played with the chickens and ate their food a lot. One day I see this big gaping hole in my coop door. I knew it was my lamb. I took the door off for safety. The next day, I checked on them and saw the lamb completely inside chicken coop. I got a halter and roped him out and that was that. I put some wood on the door to prevent that from happening again. But, he did it again. By then he had ripped of the hardware flooring. I gave up trying to fix it. Early in the morning I saw the lamb back in there, but he was sleeping softly with the chickens. The chickens would nestle up to him for warmth. He did this over and over. Until he was moved, he slept with the chickens, ate with the chickens, played with the chickens, and even tried to peck at the compost pile to get food, like the chickens. The poor thing though he was a chicken!