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

[kelcon666]

I got some chickens this spring and the cat tried everything she could to kill them. After a while of us kicking her out she became very protective of them. When they moved out to the coop I caught her sleeping in their with them. When the neighbors cats tried to catch them she chases them off now.

 

[catwhispurrer]

The night was dark. It was late fall in California, and the wind whispered the coming rain in its frosty breath.

Flashlight in one hand, I squelched through the mud towards the chicken coop. It was time to lock them up, but alas, one of the girls was missing.

Hearing a little trill, I looked up. In a branch some ten feet off the ground was my little hen, roosting among the leaves.

I grabbed a rake and stretched it out towards her. Like the lady she was, she stepped daintily onto the handle and was gracefully lowered into the coop.

 

[Frindizzle]

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

 

[Cheep N Peep]

*NOT PART OF STORY*----
My girls are separated into two groups: The two big girls (9 mo) and the five LG's, or the little girls (15 weeks). The LG's moved into the coop when they were ten weeks old, and lived under the poop board protected by wire for three weeks before I cut a hole in it so they could get in and out. The LG's love playing 'duck and cover' when Aspen, my top hen, jumps down from her poop board window seat to try and catch them. Now, two weeks later, they sleep together on the roosts under a watery night-time truce. People still get pecked, shoved, and squished, but they all sleep warmly on the roost together. Every day I can see Aspen getting more patient with them, and the LG's gaining confidence and taking it one step to far.

STORY:
Tonight I went out to the coop as the sun was setting to close the pop hole door and make sure everyone was inside and that the coop was locked up tight. I heard a whole lot of 'Hey hey hey HEY HEY! AH AH AH' going on, so I opened the door pretty quickly to see what was happening. The noise stopped immediately. Loose feathers drifted down to the poop board and landed gently on the Sweet PDZ. Dust slowly settled. The coop was completely silent except for panting as seven pairs of wide eyed, deer-in-the-headlights chicken faces stared back at me. "Yeees?" asked Iris, my beautiful little Brown Leghorn, who was standing on top of another girls' back. I tried not to laugh when Iris shuffled her feet while the silence continued.
Aspen slowly leaned over towards both of them, her eyes still trained on me, and then quickly and decisively pecked Iris again. Iris screeched and everything erupted back into the chaos I had interrupted! Feathers caught in the wind created by flapping, hysterical chickens whirled around the coop! Iris tried desperately to keep her balance on top of the indignant, angry Willow, and Aspen prodded and pecked them all with a righteous zeal. Both the LG BO's started squealing as Iris lost her grip and fell over on top of them, and then three (or maybe four) LG's toppled off the roost and onto the poop board, sending up behind them a cloud of dust as they continued to flap and yell. Luna shut her eyes tight and tried to ignore them all, Aspen growled at them from her perch ('You'd better not come back up HERE, runts!'), and Aggy (LG) watched from the other roost and laughed. Willow furiously told Aggy to just shut up, and then shook herself off. "Idiot," She growled and pecked Iris, then hopped back up to bed, leaving her sisters on the poop board; angry, flustered, and panting.

NONE of them went to bed happy tonight.

Are anybody else's chickens like this? Or is it just mine?

 

[Blooie]

We have a nice run for the chickens constructed of cattle panels shaped into a hoop. We planned it so that if we ever needed to expand the run it could be done very easily. That day came and we needed to make the run bigger to accommodate our growing flock.

The run was designed so that we could simply take off the end in one piece - the end was made of a large piece of welded wire, covered with chicken wire to keep out small wild birds, and had a hardware cloth skirt that ran up about 2 feet and then folded outward at the bottom to form an apron. It was wired to the arch of the last cattle panel. It worked just like we thought it would! (How often does THAT happen in chicken keeping?) Ken took off the end panel and laid it to the side on the ground while he worked.

The girls came to the end of the run, which was now without an end panel and wide open, and they started scratching around in the litter, checking to see if we'd dropped any treats there. And that's all the the further they went. The spot where the end panel came off was clearly delineated - a sharp line where the litter inside ended and the yard outside started. They stayed right there. Finally Ken suggested that we might get done faster if we didn't have to worry about them being underfoot. I clapped my hands together and said, "C'mon, girls...let's go outside for a bit." Those goofy chickens ran all the way to the other end of the run and stood in front of the people door waiting for me to open it and let them out. <sigh> Stoopid chickens!


Wide open and they wouldn't cross the line!

 

[chicken-clucky]

So I wasn't meant to have the chickens I have they were a gift fr my farther but no one told me to I kinda just started with them I made them a pen and coop. Fed them watered them any who I went out this morning and I was down two chooks I couldn't find them so I re did the pen and re fix proofed it. Moved my ladies around. Got my eggs and had breaky. I go back out and I am down another chook so I am freaking out. I go check my other pen an all three isa Browns and there. I started looking for holes in the pen and couldn't find any. Then I saw the hay move, I brushed it out of the way and I see my three chooks in a hole that they made then coved the self back up in fast asleep.

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[Teila]

So I wasn't meant to have the chickens I have they were a gift fr my farther but no one told me to I kinda just started with them I made them a pen and coop. Fed them watered them any who I went out this morning and I was down two chooks I couldn't find them so I re did the pen and re fix proofed it. Moved my ladies around. Got my eggs and had breaky. I go back out and I am down another chook so I am freaking out. I go check my other pen an all three isa Browns and there. I started looking for holes in the pen and couldn't find any.

Then I saw the hay move, I brushed it out of the way and I see my three chooks in a hole that they made then coved the self back up in fast asleep.
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Tee hee, they can be sneaky sometimes

I am sure they plan ways to freak us out ... "Hey, wanna see something funny? Let's all hide and see how much she freaks out when she can't find us!"

 

[chicken-clucky]

So evil. I was so scared. But hey what can you do

 

[Ballerina Bird]

Chickens apparently have opinions about everything, even some things you wouldn't expect them to have opinions about.

I have two hens. They are named Odette and Odile; ballet fans (or Natalie Portman fans) on this site will recognize those as the names of the white swan and the black swan in Swan Lake. Odette and Odile are Pita Pinta Asturiana hens, so they each have both black and white feathers. I thought it would be cute to name them this way, since Odette and Odile are always danced by the same person, so each swan has elements of black and white in her. But in general, Odette is supposed to be all white and Odile all black. When they were little pullets, I picked the hen who was slightly more black and named her Odile, and the hen who was slightly more white was Odette. I think their names match their personalities in the ballet -- Odile is a tall, bossy, confident diva, just like the glamorous black swan; and Odette is shy and timorous but at heart very affectionate.

The girls just went through their first molt, and Odile, named for the black swan, is now almost completely white, while her sister, White Swan Odette, is almost entirely black! Perhaps they are cultural critics in disguise, trying to make a sophisticated point about the nature of good and evil in Swan Lake. Perhaps they have some rebuttals to how I named them. Clearly, they have a lot of ways, right down to their feathers, of showing what they think about everything. Even ballet.

 

[sumi]

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

We have a nice run for the chickens constructed of cattle panels shaped into a hoop. We planned it so that if we ever needed to expand the run it could be done very easily. That day came and we needed to make the run bigger to accommodate our growing flock.

The run was designed so that we could simply take off the end in one piece - the end was made of a large piece of welded wire, covered with chicken wire to keep out small wild birds, and had a hardware cloth skirt that ran up about 2 feet and then folded outward at the bottom to form an apron. It was wired to the arch of the last cattle panel. It worked just like we thought it would! (How often does THAT happen in chicken keeping?) Ken took off the end panel and laid it to the side on the ground while he worked.

The girls came to the end of the run, which was now without an end panel and wide open, and they started scratching around in the litter, checking to see if we'd dropped any treats there. And that's all the the further they went. The spot where the end panel came off was clearly delineated - a sharp line where the litter inside ended and the yard outside started. They stayed right there. Finally Ken suggested that we might get done faster if we didn't have to worry about them being underfoot. I clapped my hands together and said, "C'mon, girls...let's go outside for a bit." Those goofy chickens ran all the way to the other end of the run and stood in front of the people door waiting for me to open it and let them out. <sigh> Stoopid chickens!


Wide open and they wouldn't cross the line!