Talking To Your Chicken

stethomps

Chicken Hugger
12 Years
Apr 19, 2008
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Franklin, IN
Has anyone else been caught talking to their chickens by friend or family member that use to think you were sane?

I have to admit, I normally try to keep my chicken conversations private. But, one of my Serama gals is being picked on by the other two hens she is with in their breeding pen. I decided to take her out before she had a complete panic attack. All I was telling her was that the other girls were just picking on her cause she was so pretty, and it happened:
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After 12 years, my wife now knows I am crazy.
 
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My DH figured out I was a fruitcake long before I got chickens. Now when I bring Lilith (my fruitcake hen) in the house for a little talk therapy, he just shakes his head and goes on.
ETA: Tell your DW not to tease you too much or I will personally instruct you in how to dress your hens in the cutest little dresses.
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yeah, my neighbor busted me the other day...
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I was kissing Pei Pei and giving her a little Silkie mowhawk by dipping my fingers in her water bowl & twisting her fluffies out of her eyes & telling her that I would find cute little pink bows to keep her "fro" out of her eyes, and the neighbor made a little cough noise, raised one eyebrow at me, and went back inside to have his coffee where it was safe - behind closed doors.
la la la! I love chickens!
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Talk to all of mine all the time.... funny thing is they seem to understand everyword I say......cluck cluck chuckchuck..... and yep they answer............

Most people walk their dogs... I walk my peacock around the place with me also... talking to him all the time..... then there are the cats who insist on going out for a walk with me when I walk the dog... looks real funny walking a dog on a lead with two cats following in hot pursuit..............

Aren't chicks and animals amazing........
 
Mom walked in the coop one night when I was hugging a chicken. She was confused and asked what I was doing. "Well mom, Rachel pecked Gingers foot and she fell off the roost. I was just making sure she was okay" Mom shook her head and say "I used to worry about you sometimes, but now I worry about you all the time"
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I hum to mine. But there is a story to go with it...

Last February, I get a call on a Saturday morning from a woman that I know at another agency in the next county. She is very sweet and I can tell that she is a bit distressed.

She tells me that her DH's Grandpa died the day before and he was a life long chicken farmer. The family needs to find a home for 40 (or so chickens). She explains that she has told them all about me and that they have decided that I am the one to take these chickens.

*side note: so are they thinking of me as the crazy chicken lady?*

So, of course, I say yes. I will take them. Then I hear her DH saying in the background...be sure that she knows that some of them are Roosters. Oh great. I've already said yes so now I am stuck.

And the clincher is that I need to get them the next day. OK.

So, DS and I load up the carriers and cages and head out to get them. Lord, what a mess.

40 chickens in an old cement block milk house. Bantams, Barred Rocks, Ameraucanas, RIR, your name it....they are in there. And poor 80 some year old grandpa hasnt cleaned that building out in a good many years. DS has to put a handkerchief over his face when these crazy birds get all that high nitro poop dust stirred up.

An hour later, all 40 some birds are in my truck.

Family is so sweet, telling me about grandpa and his love of these birds and then Grandma tells me....now Honey...we only ask 2 things of you. Dont eat these birds, Grandpa loved em! And, would you hum to them? Hum? Oh dear. Apparently Grandpa liked to hum so the whole time he was with these birds every day, he would hum.

So....that is why I hum in the barn. I've gotten pretty good and they are partial to My Darlin' Clementine
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I have this crazy frizzeled rooster named turtle.( I didnt name him he came with it)

He is such a brat he always dives for my legs spurs at the ready.
one day while out there he hit me with the spurs, no big doesnt hurt YET! but as he did it I said out loud, Um little dude I am quite partial to turtle soup, I would be very carefull if I were you.
Hubby over heard this came running into the coop and starts frantically looking around, finally he gives up and asks where the turtle is?
And people think I am a whacko geesh.
fogot to add we live very close to a brook and snappers are always a concern.
 
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Oh I talk to my chickens in front of anyone. Even my new neighbors. Im like
'Hey Chick Chicks!' all super loud and super excited.
Then I go on to ask them how there day is doing and tell them how crazy they are...

Oh I just love my little chickies
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Oh I sit in my yard and talk to chickens all the time. In the evenings my neighbor right next door is usually outside with her son doing their gardening and playing with their cats (they keep all their cats outdoors), and our yards are close. So I sit out with my chickens and occasionally they try to test their limits and wander into her yard (like her grass and weeds are any tastier?), and I chastise each one BY NAME, and she just looks at me and shakes her head. She did once ask me, "You know each one by name?" I said absolutely. And I talk to my chickens the same way I talk to everyone else, whether they be human, dog, cat, etc. I've never been much for the coddling talk, though I do snuggle them. And I walk around with my little bantam Barred Cochin pullet Petunia walking next to me. She starts the conversation and I just jump in and talk with her. She loves to talk and cluck and make pretty cooing noises, and I love hearing her do it. But you can bet my chickens know their names, all 43 of them! Though some like to pretend they are deaf when I call them
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. Not every one of my birds likes to be held, but the ones that do like it come up to get snuggled and I will pick them up, pet them, and talk to them, telling them I love them and that they are pretty. The really sad thing? I have my mom AND my daughters all doing it too. I guess we are all just a bunch of crazy chicken lovers!
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