Question of the Day - Saturday, August 9th, 2025

[CombNWattles]

Once one of my dad’s coworkers, a younger guy from Italy, came over for dinner. He seemed a little nervous navigating the American dinner. We were sitting on the porch, and our dog came over and pushed our guest’s beer can off the arm of his chair and started drinking up the puddle! The guest was far more embarrassed than the dog.

Another time, when I was in middle school, some friends of ours were visiting while the chickens were free-ranging. One of them got my attention and said, “Is that one all right? I think the rooster is attacking it.”
Suffice to say he was not.
“Um, well, it’s fine, it’s just… um…”
The friend wised up fast and we both pretended we hadn’t seen anything.

 

[PeaShack]

[True story, apologies as we aren’t politically correct

We just moved in April from a suburb to house that’s ruralish—people have land and livestock, and no HOA. Victor is my only chicken that can fly and jump the 4 ft fence (which he never did at our last house). Here, he routinely goes into the neighbors yard. After she sprayed him a few times for eating her spring flowers, he stopped going over to her flower beds. (We have apologized profusely).

They keep their chickens in a coop during the day to maintain their beautiful garden beds. One morning I woke up to furious crowing and saw 30 or so hens (they don’t have roosters) milling around their yard. Victor was standing on the fence leaning forward with an intensity I’ve never seen before. We have 5 roosters and 4 hens…

We called her to let her know: “Shannon, your chickens are out. And Victor thinks he’s died and gone to Muslim heaven with 30 virgins…”