Aaron and Dad playing football in the backyard–the defensive line is a bunch of chickens. (Yuk, yuk!)
Chickens can be amusing, but this positive attribute is largely offset by the fact that they are disgusting, smelly, nasty creatures. Mine haven’t started to lay eggs yet, so my feelings may change, but I doubt it. I’m not that big on eggs.
Our neighbors, who have chickens, too (What is this?), suggested that when we feed the chickens table scraps, we say something like, “Here chick, chick, chick! Here chick, chick, chick!” This trains the birds to respond to your voice. The problem is that now, whenever we say “Here chick, chick, chick!,” our dog comes racing out back for the table scraps.
Pace is our biggest chicken.
If you don’t give him some of the scraps, he looks at you with the saddest eyes. Nothing for me? Again?
The chickens like to sleep in the alcove over the nesting box, instead of going inside the nesting box (where it is safer) to spend the night. This means I have to pick them up and put them in the nesting box at night.
There is no good way to grab a chicken.
Chickens don’t have a scruff, like cats or dogs. If you grab one of the legs, they squawk and flap their wings. I find it best to just bat them off the top ledge and then scold them.
Soon I am going to do a post on chicken coop construction.
I bought the plans from one Dennis J Harrison-Noonan, who I have yet to pay (sorry Dennis!) and for whom I have promised to do a review of my experience using the plans. I’ve added a few improvements (hopefully) to the design, and it turned out better than I expected.