Chickens.

My wife keeps a pen in the back yard....they are like her pets. She even goes on a radio station broadcast in Georgia called " the Chicken Whisperer" She is big into animal rescue, mostly dogs & horses...which explains why I have 3 dogs (2 were adopted cause their blind)

 

She sounds like a good woman!

I love chickens, and can't wait to get some of my own. They are full of personality and can teach us humans a thing or two.

 

She is far better than me for sure & by a long shot....she even went to court to keep them when some snooty neighbors tried to make her get rid of the chickens. She considers herself a voice for the voiceless. BTW, she won the court case. Me, I just like fresh eggs in the morning & oh yea, the fertilizer is great for my garden....LOL

 

My wife is wanting to get some, she goes crazy everytime we go into Tractor Supply and they have the little chicks. I'm not that crazy about the idea, but I'm sure I'll give in, I always do. I guess I need to go ahead and start looking for some plans to build a good chicken tractor. :smilewinkgrin:

 

I love chickens!

Preferably baked or grilled! :laugh:

 

:thumbsup:

 

I remember when quite young, being full of horrified fascination when my great aunt lost hold of a chicken after detaching its head with a sharp edge and the body raced about flapping its wings and spouting blood.......

 

Well, I guess I will be the contrarian. I was raised on a chicken farm in Missouri, and I DON'T like chickens.
Really, really messy creatures. Plus roosters chase you, and snakes like to visit the roost to grab eggs.
However, I do eat chicken and eggs.

 

Karen's reply about growing up on a chicken farm reminds me of an old John Anderson tune

Chicken Truck

It was mornin' when I left Alabama
I must a been around in mid July
Well I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia
And the feathers were a fallin' like snow out of the sky

I couldn't get up speed enough to pass him
And a funny smell was a gettin' close to me
Somethin' keeps on messin' up my windshield
And the further I go the harder it gets to see

Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, behind it I'm stuck
Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, ain't it just my luck
Chicken Truck on Highway 65
Well the hens are a squawkin', the roosters are a crowin'
He's a slowin' me down when I need to keep goin'
Chicken Truck on Highway 65

He slowed down and I finally got around him
On a big long hill just south of Tennessee
He had a box of Colonel Sanders on his dashboard
He was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' the bones on me

Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, behind it I'm stuck
Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, ain't it just my luck
Chicken Truck on Highway 65
Well the hens are a squawkin', the roosters are a crowin'
He's a slowin' me down when I need to keep goin'
Chicken Truck on Highway 65

 

I like 'em, too. My dog like them. He chases anything and when we go out in the woods, there's nothing he loves better than to chase birds and make them fly away. But he just seems to instinctively know not to chase the chickens.

In fact, he'll go and lie outside the pen and the moment he sees a hawk, will start barking and running around the pen to try to scare him off. He chases a fox off every now and then. The chickens have grown to like him. They'll come over to see him when he comes out.

 

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.

My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard
He's a mean son of a gun
Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.


I heard this awful noise coming outta the woods
I heard chicken screams and
Know it ain't gonna be good

Well I think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken because I just heard a cry


Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
but you can get another one for a dollar 79


In a couple of years his spurs have grown
He wasn't safe to keep around the house
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son
Now I was sitting at home making fig preserves
And I'd heard that youngen get kicked in the face
And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved

So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side

I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time.