Okay, here is the idea behind this thread: probably all chicken owners have noticed some suprisingly smart dudes among their flocks. Remember the brainy kid Foghorn Leghorn had to deal with? So I propose you to share here stories of your own little geniuses. Of course, I will start.
Smart chicken #1 - Savka. From the moment we got her (she was one year old), we noticed that she was a special chicken. She displayed an incredible curiosity and an obvious desire to boldly go where to chicken had gone before. Each time I am out with my tools building something, she always has to stick around to check out what I am up to. (The other hens quickly lose interest when they see it doesn't involve food.) When I'm done, she has to inspect my assembly and figure out its purpose. That's why we nicknamed her the engineer. If there is a place where she wants to get (usually some garden space), she slowly inspects the fortifications and elaborates her plan. When our backs are turned, she executes her plan and wreaks havoc in the garden.
(Last year, she made sure that we stayed zucchiniless.) Making a patch of garden Savkaproof is never easy...
Smart chicken #2 - Pache. He is actually a seventeen-week-old little welsummer rooster. Compared to our other 2009 additions to our flock, he displays an incredible ability to rapidly catch what we expect of him. When we decided to move the newly crowing roosters in a new pen under our house, we were met by some resistance to the idea: our boys seemed determined to continue sleeping with the girls. The first to get the idea was little Pache, the smallest of our boy club. He quickly became a leader of the roo group, being the first in line to get in the pen under the house at bedtime. We he notices that the other guys didn't follow, he goes back to get them and lead them there. When he judges that it is bedtime, he calls us and then runs in front of the door. Yesterday, we were late to put all our chicken in their respective coops. Although we had blocked the entrance to the pen under the house with a window screen, Pache had already managed to get in and was inviting his buddy Alexander to join him. Alexander was just standing in front of the door and wondering how the hell Pache had gotten in by himself.
To finish my story, I have decided to try eventually to arrange a mating between Pache and Savka, and to incubate the resulting fertilized eggs in the hope of producing some brainy little chicks. My wife finds the idea a bit scary...
What if their offspring take over the control of our planet?
Now I want to read the stories of your own smart chicken dudes!
Smart chicken #1 - Savka. From the moment we got her (she was one year old), we noticed that she was a special chicken. She displayed an incredible curiosity and an obvious desire to boldly go where to chicken had gone before. Each time I am out with my tools building something, she always has to stick around to check out what I am up to. (The other hens quickly lose interest when they see it doesn't involve food.) When I'm done, she has to inspect my assembly and figure out its purpose. That's why we nicknamed her the engineer. If there is a place where she wants to get (usually some garden space), she slowly inspects the fortifications and elaborates her plan. When our backs are turned, she executes her plan and wreaks havoc in the garden.
Smart chicken #2 - Pache. He is actually a seventeen-week-old little welsummer rooster. Compared to our other 2009 additions to our flock, he displays an incredible ability to rapidly catch what we expect of him. When we decided to move the newly crowing roosters in a new pen under our house, we were met by some resistance to the idea: our boys seemed determined to continue sleeping with the girls. The first to get the idea was little Pache, the smallest of our boy club. He quickly became a leader of the roo group, being the first in line to get in the pen under the house at bedtime. We he notices that the other guys didn't follow, he goes back to get them and lead them there. When he judges that it is bedtime, he calls us and then runs in front of the door. Yesterday, we were late to put all our chicken in their respective coops. Although we had blocked the entrance to the pen under the house with a window screen, Pache had already managed to get in and was inviting his buddy Alexander to join him. Alexander was just standing in front of the door and wondering how the hell Pache had gotten in by himself.
To finish my story, I have decided to try eventually to arrange a mating between Pache and Savka, and to incubate the resulting fertilized eggs in the hope of producing some brainy little chicks. My wife finds the idea a bit scary...
Now I want to read the stories of your own smart chicken dudes!
