Thursday, February 16
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ReplyDeleteYou know, I had an unfortunate experience with a rooster when I was a kid. My aunt and grandmother had lots of them (they lived side by side, so they shared a pen). I was supposed to gather eggs. The rooster chased me...and chased me...and chased me. I think that's why, when we incubated eggs (studying life cycles) at school, I brought home a duck instead of a chicken.
Too cute! Too funny.
ReplyDeleteFollowing up on Sarah's comment--
ReplyDeleteWe had one big rangy rooster that used to go after my kids. Both of my children were really small, 4 and 5, at the time. He chased my daughter all the way across the pasture one afternoon, through the gate, up and over the manure pile. Evil feathered critter.
He ... er ... disappeared shortly thereafter.
Are they still earning their keep?
ReplyDeleteHi Sarah,
ReplyDeleteHey, that's serious. Rooster experiences can scar kids for life. I mean, how many times do you hear scary childhood duck stories? : )
Hi Vickie,
I was just thinking about you. I've missed you!
Hi I.G.O. (sorry, but I'm taking the liberty of shortening your name when I feel like it),
See, Sarah? Rooster nightmares everywhere!
And it's not just roosters. When my hairdresser in the Big City learned that I live on a farm (and this was before I even had chickens), he couldn't wait to tell me the story of when he (a city guy through and through) was just a little tyke and visiting Grandma's farm. They told him to go collect the eggs, and I guess one of the hens didn't want to give hers up and so she pecked him--hard. He got so angry that without thinking he swatted the poor chicken right across the coop and, um, well, he then had to go 'fess up to Grandma that he'd just murdered one of her laying hens. Totally unphazed, Granny cooked it up for a delicious dinner! I must have heard that story three or four times. Again--those childhood chicken memories stick! To this day he refuses to get near a chicken that isn't on a serving dish. : )
Hi Clare,
Well, no eggs yesterday or today, but it's been weird warm and stormy weather. Whitey did lay one on Valentine's Day! And of course those two other hens are still churning them out on a regular basis. Show offs. : )
Farmgirl, I have been lurking. I come everyday to look but can't always think of anything to say as hysterical as your captions. I just love the sense of humor you use. Cracks me up. Hey are, you going to have a Sheep blog day or a Donkey blog day? I am READY! lol!
ReplyDeleteAw, I'm so happy seeing biddy photos, we just ordered our 25 chicks to be delivered next week. Our first foray into keeping a flock. Yeeehaw!
ReplyDeleteIf you will check that photo of the egg from the other el-cheapo bird you will understand immediately that a good egg cannot be produced at the drop of the proverbial hat. Compare that sad thing with my brown beauty. well, what can you say?
ReplyDeleteCan't rush an artiste.
What's all this talk about ducks?
When I was small, and visiting my grandparents in England, they still had a couple of chickens, despite their suburban location. (A lot of people kept them during WWII, cause you had more eggs if you used your ration coupons for feed.)
ReplyDeleteIt was my "job" to go get an egg for my breakfast in the morning. One morning, like Whitey and Lindy, neither chicken had produced an egg. My aunt, thinking I would be disappointed, put an egg from the fridge in the henhouse for me to "find". I came in crying, sure that the chicken was dying, because her egg was cold! They had to confess.
this is the second time i have tried to post my comment. i am as hopeless as a chicken. my original comment being, i wish i were a chicken. all the cluckin' and scratchin' doesn't seem half bad.
ReplyDeleteHi Vickie,
ReplyDeleteSo glad to hear you've been lurking--and that you have sheep and donkey photos ready! I'll come up with some way to incorporate them, I'm sure. That is if the chickens don't completely take over first. : )
Hi Kelly,
Congratulations! You are going to have so much fun--and so many eggs! And that reminds me that I need to get working on my own chick order soon. Can't wait. We'll probably order about 25, too. I think I'll look for breeds with um, how shall I put it?--not a lot of attitude! : )
Hi Lindy (the chicken),
Well, ducks do have their strong points. For one, they eat flies. For two, they lay bigger eggs. Plus I just think those white Pekin ones are really cute. I should probably stop now.
Hi Lindy (the person),
See!? See!? More childhood chicken stories that have stuck! This one was pretty funny, though--and at least had no chasing, bleeding, murder, or disappearance involved. : )
Hi Anonymous,
You didn't fail! Your first comment posted on a different post--the "poultry" link in this photos caption. I got both comments, and you aren't as incapable as you fear.
However, before one of the chickens hacks into my computer again, maybe I can save us some sqwaking (is that how one spells sqwaking? it looks weird) and let you know that (and, look, girls, I'm even putting it in bold: Chickens are not hopeless! They practically know more about computers than I do, and today I discovered that Whitey even has her own blog!
Farmgirl, if you have a Chicken blogging weekend, I am going to have to find some new farm friends! lol! Sadly I know no one here where I live who has chickens. Do you think strangers in the country will be respective to my knocking on the door and explaining to them how I have to take a photo of their chickens to send chicken greetings from VA chickens to MO chickens? Can we say POLICE? lol!
ReplyDeleteYour chickens are beautiful. I have a brother who when we were kids had bantams and fancy chickens as a hobby. There's something neat about chickens - especially the colorful ones.
ReplyDeleteI grew up on a poultry farm. And I'll have to share one gross experiences. It was one of my chores to collect the eggs. One hen apparently didn't like me and gave me a shot in an eye. Yuck!
But it gave me a story to tell. ;)
I have childhood poultry stories, too!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was pretty small, like maybe three or four, we had some bantams. I have no idea why, unless it was pets for me. My dad built a little house for them that looked exactly like a little house. I used to love my banties and was always crawling into their house with them. As you can imagine, my mother nearly had a stroke, thinking of her baby in there with all those bird-borne diseases. But I must have been hearty, because I never came down with anything.
My aunt who lived in the country had either ducks or geese, can't remember which, but they used to chase me unmercifully, until I was screaming and crying because those suckers bit! Then we got a lab who thought I was her baby. We went to my aunt's house and the birds started after me immediately, as per usual. One shriek out of me, and the lab ran those birds until they dropped dead, literally. My aunt was ticked, but she used to think it was funny that I was afraid of them. So, I was thrilled that they were dead, and I am so not that kind of person. It was just such a relief to know I'd never have to be afraid to go visit again.
Surprisingly, I'm not afraid of birds, now, but I do have a healthy respect for large birds who squawk and hiss.
Glad to know I'm not the only one with rooster stories! :)
ReplyDeleteYou know, now that I think about it...that's probably why - today - I have a menagerie at my house: hogs, dogs, a cat, I had turtles. But no birds.
DH said a few days ago, he'd like to get goats and chickens.
You think that 20 years later I can master the art of gathering eggs?
:)
Hahahaha!
ReplyDeleteThat's one....peck of a caption!
*snicker*
These chicken stories just keep getting crazier!
ReplyDeleteAlicia,
Thanks!
Vickie,
You're safe. No Chicken Blogging Weekends here. I think they take over the blog enough as it is, don't you? : )
Tim,
There is something neat about chickens. But that story--ick! Poor you! : )
B'Gina,
Ah! That's the right way to spell squawk. I knew I had it wrong. Oh my. That is quite the chicken story. Cool dog, though. : )
Sarah,
Go for it. I know you can do it! And freshly laid eggs are soooo tasty. : )
Jeff,
Ouch.