You know you're a backyard chicken owner when...

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When you'r making repairs on the coop and start singing at the top of your lungs a song your mama would sing...
I love my rooster, my rooster loves me.
I cherish my rooster under the green bay tree.
My little rooster sings Cock-a-doodle-doooo-
Dooly-doo-de-ly-doo-de-ly-doo-de-ly- dooo!
(True story....this morning. Thank God no one was home.)
Love it! I thought of this song the other day!
 
This is hysterical. Found this thread in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep.

Family Christmas get-together @ gramma's 10 degrees out. The 6 teenage grandkids want go visit the chickens including their boyfriend and girlfriends. So we all trapse out to the chicken coop and pass chickens around to be held, cuddled and talked to. We bring Jenny the cuddliest into the house for the little kids to meet and one of my daughters is in hysterics laughing about being the crazy redneck gramma in the city another is saying "I don't know why you have chickens, I hate chickens". It's like: Heather, you would like them if you got to know them.
 
You know you are as backyard chicken owner when....
Just as the sun is coming up your spouse notifies you the hens are raising heck. You run out in your jammies and slippers cause the neighbors are still asleep.
YOUR hens are found to be sound asleep but the neighbors hens are NOT.
So much for a quiet morning. Having accidentally woken your hens the demands for breakfast start!
 

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