Did he keep a lot of chickens???
Yea, I had 3 hens. Named them Sponge Bob, Patrick and Sandy. Well, my dog killed and ate Sandy when I was at work one day. I cried and cried and gave the other two away. Sandy was the "nice" one. But none of them liked me getting their eggs.
No, HE was the chicken. Never once did I ever see that man stand up on his own two legs and say "no" to that cackling excuse for a human bean with whom he spent the remainder of his life.
Well, Kad, stop by here some day and meet the whole gang of little peckers in the hen house... well, OK, the roosters live in there too.
Then there's Eeep, who lives in our house, and she pecks every thing in sight.
She'd get new chicks each spring, they lived in a separate side of the coop till they were old enough to be sure they were really all hens. If one of 'em turned out to be a rooster, it didn't live anywhere anymore.OK, the roosters live in there too.
OMG you are seriously cracking me up!!!!!No, HE was the chicken. Never once did I ever see that man stand up on his own two legs and say "no" to that cackling excuse for a human bean with whom he spent the remainder of his life.
Well, Kad, stop by here some day and meet the whole gang of little peckers in the hen house... well, OK, the roosters live in there too.
Well, rather than buy new chicks, we keep a few roosters so they can make new chicks. Those who are major buttheads, Lannie has me whack 'em, then she turns them into "Annoying Rooster Pot Pie."
Ok, true story.No, HE was the chicken. Never once did I ever see that man stand up on his own two legs and say "no" to that cackling excuse for a human bean with whom he spent the remainder of his life.
Well, Kad, stop by here some day and meet the whole gang of little peckers in the hen house... well, OK, the roosters live in there too.
Señor gracias
Ok, true story.
My sister was SO tall(She's only 5'10 now---back surgeries). SO much bigger than me (she was 5'11 in high school) and we had a horse at a stable in Texas when we first came here. Well, that stable also had a GODZILLA sized chicken coop and we were all scared to death of them because they would be all over the place. We'd go to get the horse and this one rooster would chase us. I remember my mom running and screaming one day still holding a leaf of hay with that ***thing*** on her back pecking the crap out of her.
Fast forward a few months.......
I went out into the pasture to get the horse and my sister was with me. She started giggling and I asked her what was so funny. She proceeding to push me down and grab one of my shoes off my feet and ran with it. I chased after her and we stopped at the GODZILLA chicken coop. She threw my shoe in it and said if I wanted it I'd have to GO IN THERE. After a couple of minutes, I decided I'd just run in there, grab it, and run out. So...I ran in, grabbed it, turned around, and the next thing I knew, she slammed the door shut and locked me in. I swear there must have been about 60 hens jumping off their perches and attacking me. She left me in there for what seemed like and hour but was probably about 10 minutes. But, alas, I came out a new person. Had to fight off those hens, had feathers in my hair, on my clothes, stuck on my sock that had no shoe. But I was now the chicken Ninja! I won.....I was no longer afraid of those hens.
From that point on, everyone would call ME to come "protect" them from the rooster. I swear he would start scratching his feet with those read eyes glaring and I would stare him down, waiting for him to jump on me and I'd grab him and sling him as far as I could.
Ok, I've had 1 1/2 glasses of wine and have thoroughly enjoyed re-telling this story. But, like I said, it's a true story. I'll go down in history as the Chicken Ninja.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
OMG that is SO freaking funny!
Guess I should be honest then... the only chickens that ever try to peck me are the ones I push my hand UNDER to see if they're sitting on eggs. None, not one, of the roosters ever gives me any grief at all (except the annoyance I generate when watching them gang rape one little hen, then I do some major .... kickin'). All the roosters stay out of my way all the time. The chicken in the house? She sits on my lap every night to eat a piece of chocolate and watch the evening movie... Seriously. The animals here all know who's ALPHA PRIME........ Lannie.
