Ended Official BYC Mini Contest - Share your funniest/favourite chicken story

[The Phantom]

Would a cute pheasant story count???

 

[wildone]

i love pheasants

 

[wildone]

their so cute and sweet

 

[The Phantom]

their so cute and sweet

Check this out
https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/kinda-cute.1279920/

 

[Shadrach]

There has been a couple of posts recently about changes in the behavior of roosters as winter approaches and hens stop laying. this story seemed appropriate.

Fudge and Mel.

Fudge, now about three months old, a third of the size of the others in the tribe, took an optimistic upward dive for a non existent space on the perch between Fat Bird and her father Cillin. Fat Bird shuffled along the Perch a couple of steps and gave Fudge a gentle admonishing peck or two as Fudge made herself comfortable between Cillin and Fat Bird.

“If you’re going to sit there fidgeting like your sister you can perch somewhere else” Fat Bird told Fudge giving Fudge another couple of pecks.

“I want to sleep next to you” Fudge told Fat Bird giving what Fudge hoped was her most innocent and appealing look, realizing that it may not be tactful to point out that it’s warmer next to Fat Bird than it is next to mum who is noticeably skinnier and with Fat Bird between her and Mel, her sister, Mel is very unlikely to bother her.

Fudge settled, making chic calls quietly and peered under Cillins tail feathers at her sister Mel at the far end of the perch.

“Creep” muttered Mel craning her neck over the back of Cillin hoping she might just reach Fudge with her beak.

“I’m not” protested Fudge her neck shooting out and her eyes looking indignant.

Fudge retracted her head deep into her feathers looking slightly dejected and adds “Ever since you started laying eggs and became daddy’s darling you’ve been horrid.”

Fat Bird lowered a lid of one eye and mutters “she’s always been horrid.”

Despite there only being three and a bit months difference in age Mel had quickly established herself as senior to Fudge and was prone to reminding Fudge of this at every opportunity. Cillin, somewhat out of his depth in the matter of keeping order between his two squabbling daughters shuffled closer to Mel making conciliatory sounds much to Fudges disappointment.

Ruffles, who had taken refuge from her two squabbling daughters in one of the egg boxes below the perch in an attempt to get some sleep, mutters “anyone who is laying eggs is daddy’s darling” into her breast, then closes the lower lids of her eyes.

Cillin leant over the top the egg box Ruffles had taken refuge in and made affectionate noises, mentioning that nobody cleans his wattles and comb like his darling Ruffles.

Fat Bird deposits a large pile of droppings on the floor below, gave Fudge one last peck on the back of the head and closed her eyes.

 

[Allie Grace Sanders]

Crazy Rooster
I was bringing home my first adopted chicken- A 7 month old BO cockerel. We brought him home inside of a dog cage. I was nervous to pick him up when we first got home, seeing as how I had never handled a rooster, let alone one as big as he was. I attempted to grab him and move him to his temporary isolated coop. I missed. He ran. We chased. Our house is surrounded on two sides by acres of woods. So he ran to the woods. We chased that rooster through the woods for at least a half an hour maybe more. It was dark and cold outside, too. We were about to give up when finally we saw him perched and sleeping on a fallen branch. I snuck up behind him and grabbed him. He screamed like a pig when I did. Needless to say, I had poison ivy for a week after that.

 

[N F C]

Come on someone...tell me a story!

 

[The Moonshiner]

Come on someone...tell me a story!

Your turn

 

[N F C]

Your turn

I'm a better reader than a teller

The funniest thing that I've encountered was when DH locked me in the coop, accidentally of course. When he "accidentally" locked me in the run for 2 hours, that was the last straw. Our coop and run were fitted with the ability to open from the inside after that.

And that's all I got!

 

[R2elk]

Come on someone...tell me a story!

Many years ago I had a BBB (broad breasted bronze turkey) that decided she should be broody. I also had a couple of African geese hens and one Toulouse gander. The geese were laying so I gave two goose eggs to the turkey hen.

Twenty-eight days later one goose egg hatches and the BBB hen steps on it. By the time I found it, the gosling was already dead. The next day the second egg hatches and the BBB hen again steps on the gosling. This time I checked soon enough to find the gosling alive but its legs were out flat on either side of its body.

I made hobbles for the little one and hand raised it until it was doing good enough to remove the hobbles (several weeks old). Once it was walking fine without the hobbles I would take it out for walks. It always stayed very close to me, very often walking along with me positioned between my legs.

The adult geese were yearlings and had never hatched any eggs yet. They were also not pets and would not let me get within 30 feet of them.

One day when I was taking the gosling for a walk, we got as far as the end of the concrete pad in front of the garage. The geese happened to be down the hill approximately 60' away. They spotted the gosling and these geese who would not let me get close to them began to approach. All three came within 30 feet, talking the whole time. One hen left the group and continued to approach. The gosling placed itself between my legs for protection.

The goose continued to approach until she was close enough to stretch her neck to its maximum, reached between my legs and gently herded the gosling away from me. She retreated with the gosling and returned to the other two geese. She took that lone gosling and both hens adopted it and raised it without any more interference from me.