*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[EmtheFishLady]

I have Perry on call...So I guess I better start cutting checks weekly eh Perry?

 

[Orpingtons4U]

Orps, put your bucket on. You're too young for a boyfriend.

Nope Noel and i are not dating we are just good friends

 

[Tanichca]

MmHmm, RIIIIIIIIGHT.

As for life on the Tani front... I'm going to a show in two weeks and my wheaton Ameraucana is FINALLY conditioned!

 

[Orpingtons4U]

My EE rooster he mated with my silkie hen

 

[theotherranch]

Weekly checks will be fine,my Queen.
I'll submit billable hours on Monday and expect the check on Friday.
Does this work for your schedule?



Perry

 

[Spookwriter]

I just gotta ask...even though I know I'm gonna regret this.


How does one "condition" their chicken for a show?

Do you teach it to strut, to do the chicken walk?

Does you force it to life weights, so it's looking ever so firm,
pumping those wing muscles?

Do you teach her to git er done? Snap your fingers, chicken
lay an egg on your command?

Time to share your secrets?


I know my daughter showed her silkies. But we must of done
something wrong. Wash and a fluff, we were ready for the show...


Spook....who knew better than to ask.


Okay...true story time.

There was for years, a chicken flying contest in these parts.
There was some strutting, there was some crowing.

There was the annual "chicken-legs" contests, where the men
put on their short pants and did their strutting on stage. Followed
by the local hens. And our crowing contests. The original "chicken
dance" was sure something to see.

Hard as it may be to believe, we had an anual three-day event
dedicated to chickens. The highlight was the chicken-flying
contest, which was a mailbox that opened on both ends. Little stage, you prenned and primped, then climbed a ladder while
holding your chicken. You stuck it through the back side of the mailbox. Grab the handy bathroom commode plunger and get
ready to push. (Not all chickens like to fly.)

With one hand, you would open the front of the mailbox, and
with the other you would be plunging your chicken. If you were lucky, it would fly in a straight line for distance. Some came out
and would circle, flying backwards and thus losing. Others..
confused were plunged out and fell squaking to the ground.

Capped by the Saturday night, Chicken Ball. ( a dance)

I remember some people who really and honestly trained their chickens...

 

[JD4570]

That sounds better.I'm sorry Perry, I guess I'm a bit overprotective of the Queen. Hi Spook, I see ya lurking. Wow, he came now he's gone, talk about a spook.

 

[Spookwriter]

If you want the Queens most royal jewels...

All you have to do is dazzle her. For even a Queen was once
a mere woman. Then, when she is smitten...

simply grab her jewels and run.

(Queens run slow)


Spook...who knows his Queen so well.



Of course, that new lawyer would sue..

 

[JD4570]

Spook no giving anybody any ideas.

Besides the royal treasure is used to buy the ingredients for the brownies.

 

[Tanichca]

I just gotta ask...even though I know I'm gonna regret this.


How does one "condition" their chicken for a show?

Do you teach it to strut, to do the chicken walk?

Does you force it to life weights, so it's looking ever so firm,
pumping those wing muscles?

Do you teach her to git er done? Snap your fingers, chicken
lay an egg on your command?

Time to share your secrets?


I know my daughter showed her silkies. But we must of done
something wrong. Wash and a fluff, we were ready for the show...


Spook....who knew better than to ask.


Okay...true story time.

There was for years, a chicken flying contest in these parts.
There was some strutting, there was some crowing.

There was the annual "chicken-legs" contests, where the men
put on their short pants and did their strutting on stage. Followed
by the local hens. And our crowing contests. The original "chicken
dance" was sure something to see.

Hard as it may be to believe, we had an anual three-day event
dedicated to chickens. The highlight was the chicken-flying
contest, which was a mailbox that opened on both ends. Little stage, you prenned and primped, then climbed a ladder while
holding your chicken. You stuck it through the back side of the mailbox. Grab the handy bathroom commode plunger and get
ready to push. (Not all chickens like to fly.)

With one hand, you would open the front of the mailbox, and
with the other you would be plunging your chicken. If you were lucky, it would fly in a straight line for distance. Some came out
and would circle, flying backwards and thus losing. Others..
confused were plunged out and fell squaking to the ground.

Capped by the Saturday night, Chicken Ball. ( a dance)

I remember some people who really and honestly trained their chickens...

Really, it's just checking for broken feathers and making sure the bird doesn't have any bugs. The hard part (read: bath and nail trimming) comes the day before the show.


That sounds SO FUN. Why don't people do that sort of thing nowadays?