Warning! Harleys and chickens....

[gritsar]

don't mix well...at all.

We are having an unseasonably warm day. DH decided it would be a good day to get the harley out of its shed and run it for a bit. Problem is, the harley shed is too close for comfort to the juvenile coop at the moment. Still haven't gotten the big tractor fixed to move the juvie coop.

The big birds are semi-used to the noise the harley makes; being that they've listened to it for a few years now.

The juvies? They freaked!! The ones that couldn't run to the safety of their coop and cower in the nestboxes scattered to the four winds. Finally caught up with the silkies. They were headed back to China.

Half a loaf of bread later, I think I have everyone calmed down and back where they belong.

 

[welasharon]

There is a feral hen that had some chicks here this summer and every time I rode my motorcycle back into the yard she would chase me all the way to the shop. Fierce momma.
sharon

 

[Cowgirl71]

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[BooBear]

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That made me laugh. Poor birdies.

 

[dawg53]

My favorite Barred Rock "Bella" snuck into our garage and left a 'present' on the seat of my motorcycle awhile back, it wasnt an egg neither.

 

[gritsar]

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Once, when Thor was a baby, he got confused and tried roosting on the handlebars of the harley. Had I not spotted him first, and moved quicker than DH did, Thor would be only a memory.

 

[Happy Chooks]

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That made me laugh. Poor birdies.

Made me laugh too.

 

[Imp]

So what did impy do?

Like I don't know.

Imp- kick Harley butt?

 

[Happy Chooks]

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Impy was high tailing it to China with the silkies.

Everyone knows Thor rules the roost.

 

[gritsar]

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It was that dagnabbit Impy that was making everything worse! He was screaming his alert alarm non-stop. I was trying to staple some plastic up on the front of the coop, getting Impy even more upset. DH was s'pose to be helping me with the plastic sheeting, but he spotted his harley and there went my help.

Every time Impy would holler, the girls would squawk and cower some more. Of course he left the girls in the coop and was doing all his screaming from under a bush, all by himself.

I can't tell you how many times in that half hour I reminded Impy of what I could do to his scrawny little head with that heavy duty staple gun.

Thor? He quietly moved his girls to the woods, far away from the noise of the iron horse; like the sensible rooster that he is.