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[LaGallinaLoca]

This is my Easter Egger Rooster taking an afternoon ride on my mare. He stayed on even when she was walking. I think he impressed the ladies

 

[toritori]

We live in Saranac Lake, NY...you may recognise the name as one of the frequent "cold spot of the nation". Because it is so cold in the spring, and because I am an overprotective chicken Mother, our new Silver Laced Black Wyandottes stayed in the house. We turned our bay window into a temporary chicken incubator. They even took over my daughter's Fisher Price Barn as their roost! Always side by side, they became Heckel and Jeckel.

Once the weather broke, and Heckel and Jeckel were big enough, we settled them into our coop with the Silkies. I happened to fall asleep late that afternoon on the livingroom couch with the front door open. When I woke up, Heckle and Jeckel were asleep on top of the little red barn. Needless to say, Heckel and Jeckel were a little distressed when they were carried out to the coop, and tucked in with the rest.

The next afternoon, I heard someone knocking on the front door. There were Heckel and Jeckel, pecking on the door. When I opened the door they trucked on in the house, around the couch, and got up on the little barn in the window. Again, we carried them back to the coop and tucked everyone in.

The rest of the flock would head into the coop to settle in for the night and Heckel and Jeckel would head for the front door! If the door happened to be open they would settle themselves in on the little red barn. If you we didn't answer the door right away, they would roost on the railing outside the door and wait. This went on for two weeks! p.s. they also like to fix cars!

 

[nothingbutbirds]

I have a better story

I had a male ameraucana, and i brought my baby millie fleur d'uccles out for the first time to get some fresh air and to pick st the ground.My rooster came over to asert his dominanceto them. Wich i wouldnt let him do. Instead he slowly sticks his beak right in one of my pullets faces. She out of curiosity grabs hold of his comb and tugs on it. He completely freaked out, he screamed really loud and ran the other direction and dove face first into the tall grass.my little pullet was standing there feathers tucked close to her body after about being flung across the pen trying to figure out what she had done wrong. He stayed in the grass till it was time to go in for the night. Every time after that when i brought them out he would hide up on the top roost and wouldnt come down till they went back inside.

 

[GBPUMPKIN]

We have had Chickens for over 35 years & for a few of those years we had a male Bunny in with them. After a while it was evident that the Bunny thought he was a Chicken & the Chickens did too. When it started to get dark he would herd them into the Coop & then sleep right in with the flock even climbing up on one of the high roosting shelves to sleep with them. One of our Chickens was a Crested Polish Hen & she fell in love with the Bunny & they were inseparable. It was something to see.

 

[Cotton42]

My husband and I had only had chickens for a few months when we decided to go camping and asked my brother to watch the chickens for us. I told him it was an easy job, all you have to do is close the coop door at night and open it in the morning and fill the feed and water bowl. He agreed to do it and that first night came over to lock them up around dusk. When he went around to the run to close the run door he saw a figure lying splayed out on the ground. Distraught and wondering how he was going to explain how he lost a chicken the first night we left them in his care, he went into the house and got a bag to put the poor soul into. He then opened the run and picked up the dead thing, only to discover it was a head of romaine lettuce I had thrown to the girls earlier that day to keep them occupied! The poor guy was so embarrassed that he didn't tell me this story until a month afterwards.

 

[JadedPhoenix]

Our most loved Hen was named Lucky due to the way that she came to live with us. My husband's uncle was driving behind a Tyson truck and it was obvious that it was on the way to the slaughter house when he saw one of the hens fall off of the truck. Hubby's uncle pulled over and picked her up and brought her to come live at my house. For the first four weeks Lucky refused to leave the spare coop that we had put her in. We felt so bad for her that we moved some food and water into the coop for her. After another hen had been able to lure her out of the coop Lucky never did spend another night in the coop. Once she left she decided that she didn't want to be a chicken any longer. She started to sleep with the dog in the dog house. Just like a dog she would follow us all around the yard regardless of the time of day or night. Once, my dad was outside watching a meteor shower at three in the morning and there was Lucky sitting at his feet. She would only go to roost once all of the humans had gone inside for the night. Lucky only lived for another six months after that but she had a happy six months that she wouldn't have had if she hadn't fallen off of the truck.

 

[JadedPhoenix]

Oh, here is a "Chicken Story" that will put a smile on your face! My dad noticed that one of our hens had stopped laying in the coops so he went to go find her and found her in the dog house. My dad saw that she had gone broody for just one egg but my dad figured that it wouldn't hurt to let her try to hatch the egg. A few days later we saw her out in the yard and thought that she had given up on the egg so we went to the house only to find that in the dog house curled around the egg was my sister's male cat. He was keeping the egg warm for the hen while she went to do her business. Over the next few weeks we watched as the two worked together to keep the egg warm in the dead of winter. When the hen came out the cat went in and vice-versa. Sure enough, we ended up with a little chick that actually hatched when it was the CAT sitting on the egg. So the first thing that the baby saw to imprint as its mother was the cat. So by far, the most interesting story that I have is the cat that hatched an egg.

 

[SilkieSensation]

We have 1 chicken that my 5 yr old son has claimed as "his." She is a Red Star named Ruby. We got her from TSC as a 2 day old chick in March of this year. He handled her & carried her around from day 1. As "his chicken" she has a responsibility to be "petted" at his leisure. He will walk into the coop and head directly for her. She doesn't even try to run. She sits down when she sees him coming. He will reach under her & take hold of both legs, flip her upside down and carry her out into the yard hanging by her feet. Since she is a rather hefty bird, he has found that this is the easiest way to carry her since his arms no longer fit around her snugly enough to keep a good grip on her. He will walk out into the yard with her, lay her chest on the ground and stretch her legs out behind her. Next he plops down next to her, sometimes with his hand still on her legs and sometimes not. He then proceeds to "pet" her while she lays stretched out beside him. She never tries to get up or move the entire time. Sometimes the petting session takes just a few minutes and sometimes he will sit there for nearly a half an hour just petting her feathers. The session usually ends with "a flying lesson." He will decide he's done petting her & scoop her into his arms as he stands up. Then he tosses her into the air and yells "Fly Ruby!" as she frantically flaps to break her fall from about 6 feet up. For a 5 year old he can toss a chicken astoundingly high in the air. Silly Ruby still isn't brave enough to run for safety and often endures several tosses before he again flips her upside down and carts her back to the coop. Poor Ruby has much more patience with my son than I do.

 

[chickenmama48]

One day my son was wearing his favorite Angry Birds t-shirt. He was holding our littlest chicken girl in front of him when she starting pecking at the birds on his shirt. He said, "Look mama, Cutlet is picking out her favorite Angry Bird!" Now we call our girls our favorite Angry Birds.

 

[bruceha2000]

He then opened the run and picked up the dead thing, only to discover it was a head of romaine lettuce I had thrown to the girls earlier that day to keep them occupied!

And here I thought you were going to tell us it got up and ran off being that it was only resting in that "only a chicken can look dead while resting" way"!

Here is one. All she needs is a little "X" on her eye!


Bruce