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

[Nats Chickens]

 

[The Moonshiner]

TAKE YOUR CHICKEN TO WORK DAY​

I live out in the boondocks. 3 1/2 acres fenced in around the house where many of my chickens free range in. I drive a 2 door exployer 4X4. Have to out here because of how bad the roads are. I work about 20 or 25 minutes away at a show horse barn.
The first half of my commute is washed out, washboard, pot hole barely gravel roads then a twisty, curvy, hilly two lane blacktop.

So two springs ago I picked up a few black show girls.
They ran in the yard, never caused issues and were growing up quickly.
Well one day I was at work when I happened to look out the big oval glass in the front door of the barn. There was a young man that works part time running across the parking lot. He's bent over zig zaging around. Reminded me of someone chasing a chicken trying to catch it.
I had to go see what he was after and when I got outside the door I see him dive down and snag something as it ran to get under a horse trailer.
By now there's a couple other people also on the scene and they're all laughing and chatting but I still can't see what he has. As I get closer I hear then talking about weird, strange, chicken, and.... Wait a minute that's one of my showgirl pullets.
Apparently they had never seen a silkie and everyone laughed and commented about how strange of a chicken she was.
I explained she was one of mine. Chatted about her and everyone got a good chuckle about it being bring your chicken to work day.
It was odd but actually wasn't the first time one stowed away in my truck.

Day two. I'm back at work. After a couple hours a young girl is there and says the dogs are chasing something outside. She is frantic they are going to kill it but isn't sure what it is. It looks like a strange chicken. No it can't be. Not again. No way. But yes. Its the same pullet. I retrieve it unharmed and box it up and back into my truck.
Now I'm thinking how is she doing this. We all have another good laugh and everyone decides she just must have gotten in the truck the night before and hopped out when I got out.
Now I'm getting puzzled by this. How and when did she get in and when did she get out? I rarely leave my windows down at home and never at work at that time of the year. I'm thinking being a silkie there's no way she could of flew high enough to get into an open window anyways. And she could of only gotten out when I opened the door. How could she get out without me seeing her? Well it is still dark when I get to work. Maybe somehow she hopped out from behind my seat and went under the truck while I was grabbing my phone and coffee and I just didn't notice. I'm still more confused about how she got into the truck.
Took her back home and told my wife she did it again. Of course she laughed but I was too puzzled over this mystery and still couldn't figure it out. I know my windows were up the whole time. It was in the 40s. I'm just not believing this little pullet that can't fly is finding the exact right time to get into the truck and out of it at the same time I do and I'm not noticing. And its dark when I leave. About a hour or more before sunrise. She can't be doing this. No one else is up when I leave. Is someone putting her in my truck? Kids jacking with me? What is going on?

Day three. I get in my truck turn on all four dome lights. Check everywhere. Ha, no chicken today. Off to work. Get out. Watch closely. Shut door. Ha still no chicken. Off to work. Hour or so later the same young girl shows up and has a laugh about the chicken the day before. We go outside to get a saddle from her truck. Its just getting light now and what's that? Did I hear a chicken cluck or ? No way. This chicken has me going crazy. Hearing things.
I look over at my truck just to make sure it is my imagination.
What the heck? As I'm looking I see her hop down from up underneath my truck to the ground and quickly run under the trailer. Oh no this isn't happening. We both run over and look underneath. Yep its her. Same pullet. She has been roosting up in the frame under my truck and riding up there to work for the last three days. When the sun comes up she hops down and starts her adventure for the day. I have no idea how she stayed up there and didn't fall out.
This pullet is crazy. This story is crazy and maybe it has me crazy.
Silly chicken.
Everyone at work has a grand ol time with this crazy stowaway chicken. I'm releived to have solved the mystery at last.
But now what? Since apparently she isn't going to stay at home and this young girl is so amazed by this pullet and how adventurous and unique looking she is she becomes the proud owner of her first flock. I gave her the pullet and brought a pair of the ones that a bought with her the next day.
That was about a year ago and I heard she hatched a bunch of chicks from them over the summer.
I believe the girl is off to college and commuting.
Chapter two? Chickens go to college?
IDK, maybe.

 

[jonezjollyfarm]

TAKE YOUR CHICKEN TO WORK DAY​

I live out in the boondocks. 3 1/2 acres fenced in around the house where many of my chickens free range in. I drive a 2 door exployer 4X4. Have to out here because of how bad the roads are. I work about 20 or 25 minutes away at a show horse barn.
The first half of my commute is washed out, washboard, pot hole barely gravel roads then a twisty, curvy, hilly two lane blacktop.

So two springs ago I picked up a few black show girls.
They ran in the yard, never caused issues and were growing up quickly.
Well one day I was at work when I happened to look out the big oval glass in the front door of the barn. There was a young man that works part time running across the parking lot. He's bent over zig zaging around. Reminded me of someone chasing a chicken trying to catch it.
I had to go see what he was after and when I got outside the door I see him dive down and snag something as it ran to get under a horse trailer.
By now there's a couple other people also on the scene and they're all laughing and chatting but I still can't see what he has. As I get closer I hear then talking about weird, strange, chicken, and.... Wait a minute that's one of my showgirl pullets.
Apparently they had never seen a silkie and everyone laughed and commented about how strange of a chicken she was.
I explained she was one of mine. Chatted about her and everyone got a good chuckle about it being bring your chicken to work day.
It was odd but actually wasn't the first time one stowed away in my truck.

Day two. I'm back at work. After a couple hours a young girl is there and says the dogs are chasing something outside. She is frantic they are going to kill it but isn't sure what it is. It looks like a strange chicken. No it can't be. Not again. No way. But yes. Its the same pullet. I retrieve it unharmed and box it up and back into my truck.
Now I'm thinking how is she doing this. We all have another good laugh and everyone decides she just must have gotten in the truck the night before and hopped out when I got out.
Now I'm getting puzzled by this. How and when did she get in and when did she get out? I rarely leave my windows down at home and never at work at that time of the year. I'm thinking being a silkie there's no way she could of flew high enough to get into an open window anyways. And she could of only gotten out when I opened the door. How could she get out without me seeing her? Well it is still dark when I get to work. Maybe somehow she hopped out from behind my seat and went under the truck while I was grabbing my phone and coffee and I just didn't notice. I'm still more confused about how she got into the truck.
Took her back home and told my wife she did it again. Of course she laughed but I was too puzzled over this mystery and still couldn't figure it out. I know my windows were up the whole time. It was in the 40s. I'm just not believing this little pullet that can't fly is finding the exact right time to get into the truck and out of it at the same time I do and I'm not noticing. And its dark when I leave. About a hour or more before sunrise. She can't be doing this. No one else is up when I leave. Is someone putting her in my truck? Kids jacking with me? What is going on?

Day three. I get in my truck turn on all four dome lights. Check everywhere. Ha, no chicken today. Off to work. Get out. Watch closely. Shut door. Ha still no chicken. Off to work. Hour or so later the same young girl shows up and has a laugh about the chicken the day before. We go outside to get a saddle from her truck. Its just getting light now and what's that? Did I hear a chicken cluck or ? No way. This chicken has me going crazy. Hearing things.
I look over at my truck just to make sure it is my imagination.
What the heck? As I'm looking I see her hop down from up underneath my truck to the ground and quickly run under the trailer. Oh no this isn't happening. We both run over and look underneath. Yep its her. Same pullet. She has been roosting up in the frame under my truck and riding up there to work for the last three days. When the sun comes up she hops down and starts her adventure for the day. I have no idea how she stayed up there and didn't fall out.
This pullet is crazy. This story is crazy and maybe it has me crazy.
Silly chicken.
Everyone at work has a grand ol time with this crazy stowaway chicken. I'm releived to have solved the mystery at last.
But now what? Since apparently she isn't going to stay at home and this young girl is so amazed by this pullet and how adventurous and unique looking she is she becomes the proud owner of her first flock. I gave her the pullet and brought a pair of the ones that a bought with her the next day.
That was about a year ago and I heard she hatched a bunch of chicks from them over the summer.
I believe the girl is off to college and commuting.
Chapter two? Chickens go to college?
IDK, maybe.

That's insane. Chickens must have a thing for trucks. When we let ours out to free range they always run as fast as they can to my dads truck. Like theres treats there or something. Fortunately ours are all too big to get up in the truck. Glad yours survived the commute.

 

[someusername]

TAKE YOUR CHICKEN TO WORK DAY​

I live out in the boondocks. 3 1/2 acres fenced in around the house where many of my chickens free range in. I drive a 2 door exployer 4X4. Have to out here because of how bad the roads are. I work about 20 or 25 minutes away at a show horse barn.
The first half of my commute is washed out, washboard, pot hole barely gravel roads then a twisty, curvy, hilly two lane blacktop.

So two springs ago I picked up a few black show girls.
They ran in the yard, never caused issues and were growing up quickly.
Well one day I was at work when I happened to look out the big oval glass in the front door of the barn. There was a young man that works part time running across the parking lot. He's bent over zig zaging around. Reminded me of someone chasing a chicken trying to catch it.
I had to go see what he was after and when I got outside the door I see him dive down and snag something as it ran to get under a horse trailer.
By now there's a couple other people also on the scene and they're all laughing and chatting but I still can't see what he has. As I get closer I hear then talking about weird, strange, chicken, and.... Wait a minute that's one of my showgirl pullets.
Apparently they had never seen a silkie and everyone laughed and commented about how strange of a chicken she was.
I explained she was one of mine. Chatted about her and everyone got a good chuckle about it being bring your chicken to work day.
It was odd but actually wasn't the first time one stowed away in my truck.

Day two. I'm back at work. After a couple hours a young girl is there and says the dogs are chasing something outside. She is frantic they are going to kill it but isn't sure what it is. It looks like a strange chicken. No it can't be. Not again. No way. But yes. Its the same pullet. I retrieve it unharmed and box it up and back into my truck.
Now I'm thinking how is she doing this. We all have another good laugh and everyone decides she just must have gotten in the truck the night before and hopped out when I got out.
Now I'm getting puzzled by this. How and when did she get in and when did she get out? I rarely leave my windows down at home and never at work at that time of the year. I'm thinking being a silkie there's no way she could of flew high enough to get into an open window anyways. And she could of only gotten out when I opened the door. How could she get out without me seeing her? Well it is still dark when I get to work. Maybe somehow she hopped out from behind my seat and went under the truck while I was grabbing my phone and coffee and I just didn't notice. I'm still more confused about how she got into the truck.
Took her back home and told my wife she did it again. Of course she laughed but I was too puzzled over this mystery and still couldn't figure it out. I know my windows were up the whole time. It was in the 40s. I'm just not believing this little pullet that can't fly is finding the exact right time to get into the truck and out of it at the same time I do and I'm not noticing. And its dark when I leave. About a hour or more before sunrise. She can't be doing this. No one else is up when I leave. Is someone putting her in my truck? Kids jacking with me? What is going on?

Day three. I get in my truck turn on all four dome lights. Check everywhere. Ha, no chicken today. Off to work. Get out. Watch closely. Shut door. Ha still no chicken. Off to work. Hour or so later the same young girl shows up and has a laugh about the chicken the day before. We go outside to get a saddle from her truck. Its just getting light now and what's that? Did I hear a chicken cluck or ? No way. This chicken has me going crazy. Hearing things.
I look over at my truck just to make sure it is my imagination.
What the heck? As I'm looking I see her hop down from up underneath my truck to the ground and quickly run under the trailer. Oh no this isn't happening. We both run over and look underneath. Yep its her. Same pullet. She has been roosting up in the frame under my truck and riding up there to work for the last three days. When the sun comes up she hops down and starts her adventure for the day. I have no idea how she stayed up there and didn't fall out.
This pullet is crazy. This story is crazy and maybe it has me crazy.
Silly chicken.
Everyone at work has a grand ol time with this crazy stowaway chicken. I'm releived to have solved the mystery at last.
But now what? Since apparently she isn't going to stay at home and this young girl is so amazed by this pullet and how adventurous and unique looking she is she becomes the proud owner of her first flock. I gave her the pullet and brought a pair of the ones that a bought with her the next day.
That was about a year ago and I heard she hatched a bunch of chicks from them over the summer.
I believe the girl is off to college and commuting.
Chapter two? Chickens go to college?
IDK, maybe.

Hey chicken: "bok bok, buk buk, buk-aah!"
(Translation: It's not take your pet to work day, that's June 24.)

 

[Oldspice]

Here is my funniest favorite story about my chickens:

It was the morning and I had let my chickens out to free range for the day. I live in the middle of the woods so there are lots of wild animals, foxes, bears, and lots of squirrels. So i was carefully watching my little hens as they went along their way. They had all gathered around something so I went to look. There was a large black and white stray cat eyeing them. I thought it was going to eat them so I ran out. The leader and fattest chicken (Tomato) was starring it right in the eyes, then all the chickens chased it around the yard, and the cat kept trying to get away, but they were right at its tail. I just watched the whole thing laughing, letting them give it a piece of there mind. I never saw the cat again!Go Chickens!

 

[Nats Chickens]

TAKE YOUR CHICKEN TO WORK DAY​

I live out in the boondocks. 3 1/2 acres fenced in around the house where many of my chickens free range in. I drive a 2 door exployer 4X4. Have to out here because of how bad the roads are. I work about 20 or 25 minutes away at a show horse barn.
The first half of my commute is washed out, washboard, pot hole barely gravel roads then a twisty, curvy, hilly two lane blacktop.

So two springs ago I picked up a few black show girls.
They ran in the yard, never caused issues and were growing up quickly.
Well one day I was at work when I happened to look out the big oval glass in the front door of the barn. There was a young man that works part time running across the parking lot. He's bent over zig zaging around. Reminded me of someone chasing a chicken trying to catch it.
I had to go see what he was after and when I got outside the door I see him dive down and snag something as it ran to get under a horse trailer.
By now there's a couple other people also on the scene and they're all laughing and chatting but I still can't see what he has. As I get closer I hear then talking about weird, strange, chicken, and.... Wait a minute that's one of my showgirl pullets.
Apparently they had never seen a silkie and everyone laughed and commented about how strange of a chicken she was.
I explained she was one of mine. Chatted about her and everyone got a good chuckle about it being bring your chicken to work day.
It was odd but actually wasn't the first time one stowed away in my truck.

Day two. I'm back at work. After a couple hours a young girl is there and says the dogs are chasing something outside. She is frantic they are going to kill it but isn't sure what it is. It looks like a strange chicken. No it can't be. Not again. No way. But yes. Its the same pullet. I retrieve it unharmed and box it up and back into my truck.
Now I'm thinking how is she doing this. We all have another good laugh and everyone decides she just must have gotten in the truck the night before and hopped out when I got out.
Now I'm getting puzzled by this. How and when did she get in and when did she get out? I rarely leave my windows down at home and never at work at that time of the year. I'm thinking being a silkie there's no way she could of flew high enough to get into an open window anyways. And she could of only gotten out when I opened the door. How could she get out without me seeing her? Well it is still dark when I get to work. Maybe somehow she hopped out from behind my seat and went under the truck while I was grabbing my phone and coffee and I just didn't notice. I'm still more confused about how she got into the truck.
Took her back home and told my wife she did it again. Of course she laughed but I was too puzzled over this mystery and still couldn't figure it out. I know my windows were up the whole time. It was in the 40s. I'm just not believing this little pullet that can't fly is finding the exact right time to get into the truck and out of it at the same time I do and I'm not noticing. And its dark when I leave. About a hour or more before sunrise. She can't be doing this. No one else is up when I leave. Is someone putting her in my truck? Kids jacking with me? What is going on?

Day three. I get in my truck turn on all four dome lights. Check everywhere. Ha, no chicken today. Off to work. Get out. Watch closely. Shut door. Ha still no chicken. Off to work. Hour or so later the same young girl shows up and has a laugh about the chicken the day before. We go outside to get a saddle from her truck. Its just getting light now and what's that? Did I hear a chicken cluck or ? No way. This chicken has me going crazy. Hearing things.
I look over at my truck just to make sure it is my imagination.
What the heck? As I'm looking I see her hop down from up underneath my truck to the ground and quickly run under the trailer. Oh no this isn't happening. We both run over and look underneath. Yep its her. Same pullet. She has been roosting up in the frame under my truck and riding up there to work for the last three days. When the sun comes up she hops down and starts her adventure for the day. I have no idea how she stayed up there and didn't fall out.
This pullet is crazy. This story is crazy and maybe it has me crazy.
Silly chicken.
Everyone at work has a grand ol time with this crazy stowaway chicken. I'm releived to have solved the mystery at last.
But now what? Since apparently she isn't going to stay at home and this young girl is so amazed by this pullet and how adventurous and unique looking she is she becomes the proud owner of her first flock. I gave her the pullet and brought a pair of the ones that a bought with her the next day.
That was about a year ago and I heard she hatched a bunch of chicks from them over the summer.
I believe the girl is off to college and commuting.
Chapter two? Chickens go to college?
IDK, maybe.

That is ridiculous!

 

[someusername]

Here is my funniest favorite story about my chickens:

It was the morning and I had let my chickens out to free range for the day. I live in the middle of the woods so there are lots of wild animals, foxes, bears, and lots of squirrels. So i was carefully watching my little hens as they went along their way. They had all gathered around something so I went to look. There was a large black and white stray cat eyeing them. I thought it was going to eat them so I ran out. The leader and fattest chicken (Tomato) was starring it right in the eyes, then all the chickens chased it around the yard, and the cat kept trying to get away, but they were right at its tail. I just watched the whole thing laughing, letting them give it a piece of there mind. I never saw the cat again!Go Chickens!

This is what I imagine that conversation to be like.
"Hey Tim, there is a cat attacking us."
Tim: "I'll tell Tomato."
"Hey Tomato, there is a cat attacking us."
Tomato: "ILL STARE IT DOWN! ILL DISTRACT IT AND YOU ATTACK!"
"BOK BOK CLICK CLUCK BUKAAK!"(translation: ATTACK!)
*chickens run to attack cat"
Later:
"I beat a cat in a staring contest. Do you see why I should be the leader now?"

 

[chickenlady25XD]

My favorite story was when we still had turkeys (Before our big butcher) we let them out before the chickens so they could have their special feed and they would always wait around the run until the chickens came out to free range. There was love

 

[MROO]

...
Also, this isn't really a story, but we had a spell when they went without chicken mash for a few days until we could get to the shops. They had bread and stuff. But they abandoned us, preferring to wander the streets and be captured [by us] every night. Digging up the neighbors garden beds, risking being hit by cars to cross the road, jumping the fence into the neighbors yard. [they have a boxer and a cattle dog! [that was a close call!]. As I said, menaces to society.

Well, at least now you know why YOUR chickens crossed the road!

 

[chickenlady25XD]

Well, at least now you know why YOUR chickens crossed the road!

My chickens cross the road to go under the neighbor's pine trees when we have our own!