There’s a chicken in my yard.

[PaulCISSA]

My niece got a bunch of chicks, and ended up with about 60% roosters. I told her you need to get rid of some roosters before the law thinks you're cockfighting.

As for the giant metal rooster - that beats the one I've seen. Not one, but TWO houses, a mile or two apart, in our neighborhood have these six foot tall metal rooster decorations. They're not just frames like that, but fully enclosed. When I saw it my first thought was, '***? and my second was If I WANTED to put one of those things in my yard, I wouldn't even know WHERE to go get one."

Never buy straight-run. It’s always more cocks than hens. At one time I had to expire 9 young roosters which doesn’t make me happy. I shoot, prepare and eat upland game birds all the time, but somehow killing young chickens makes me nauseous. Go figure.

 

[slobake]

So this guy walks into a psychiatrists office and says "There's a chicken in my yard."

 

[Chicory Blue]

did i miss the post where C.B. told us why there was a chicken in her yard and why she was chasing it?

I eventually discovered it had hopped the fence from the propery behind mine, and its compatriots were actually spread over quite a few yards that day. Spotted the one by the tree first and decided to investigate, only to realize it brought backup. Precisely what business they had in my yard is beyond me, but they’ve been back since so I must have something yummy back there.

As for why I elected to chase it...

...

... *shrug*

--^@

 

[pcake]

Spotted the one by the tree first and decided to investigate, only to realize it brought backup.

 

[richntiff]

I eventually discovered it had hopped the fence from the propery behind mine, and its compatriots were actually spread over quite a few yards that day. Spotted the one by the tree first and decided to investigate, only to realize it brought backup. Precisely what business they had in my yard is beyond me, but they’ve been back since so I must have something yummy back there.

As for why I elected to chase it...

...

... *shrug*

--^@

"Because it was there"

 

[Son of Wobble]

Yesterday, I pulled down from Google Images some JPEGs of "Best chicken for metal."

Today, I am getting targeted ads from Wayfair (disguised as news articles yet!) trying to sell me metal chickens.

Ain't this computer stuff a kick in the pants.

 

[Passinwind]

We were playing a benefit for our local Zoo. While unloading a peacock started attacking the guitar players car! The GP started chasing the peacock going, "Shoo!Shoo!" around and around his car. Finally the peacock took off a bit but a few minutes later he was back at it and the scene repeated. The peacock was doing some actual damage so the GP gave up and moved his car. Peacock 1 GP 0. The zoo manager told us that some peacocks were territorial and would attack reflections. So, next time any of you play a zoo benefit don't park near the peacocks or, drive a dirty car.

Yep. I played a few outdoor gigs at a large rural art museum that used peacocks for rattlesnake control. I think they finally decided that the snakes are less hassle.

 

[slobake]

Yesterday, I pulled down from Google Images some JPEGs of "Best chicken for metal."

Today, I am getting targeted ads from Wayfair (disguised as news articles yet!) trying to sell me metal chickens.

Ain't this computer stuff a kick in the pants.


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What is Megan Markel really like?

 

[Chicory Blue]

What is Megan Markel really like?

A class act, sounds like.

--^@

 

[swarfrat]

I forgot another great chicken story:

A couple years ago, the volunteer fire department I was on had a call for a fire at a huge chicken house. It was really pretty sad, the guy lost thousands of chickens. I drove the engine (my first time driving to an actual working fire - another story in itself). I worked from home. So after a many hour interruption in my day, I parked the truck back at the station, went back to work for a deadline, and then returned the next day to wash the truck.

There was a bell on the front bumper of the engine (just for tradition), but the clapper hinge on the bell was rusty. If you pull the string slowly, it sounds just like a chicken. I pulled the truck out, and washed it. I thought I heard a chicken, and just figured it's the bell. I heard it a few more times but each time so faint I wasn't quite sure I heard it or not. Finally, I hear it again and I'm standing right over the bell. It ain't the bell. I shut the hose off and start checking compartments. Nothing.

Finally I heard it once more coming from inside the pump panel. I open the panel, and sure enough there is a chicken inside the fire truck standing on top of the pump. She was too fast for one person to catch, so I got one of my buddies who lived nearby and we managed to catch it finally. He returned it to the farm, thinking 'hey we saved one more!' but alas, it had been off premises for longer than a certain amount of time and they destroyed it. We were like, hey we could have given it a proper roasting!

I have pics, but they're at home, maybe once I get home I'll look for them.

 

[Skeezix]

Back in the 60's my grandmother (living in Queens NYC) had a chicken coop
in her back yard. When you feed 20 or more people every Sunday you make do.
Funny as hell watching her go out back with a machete behind her back stalking
the chosen one. Sometimes it was two. Then her and her sister would sit there
gabbing away while they plucked them. Darn good chicken it was.

 

[drummer5359]

I had a pet duck from the time that I was four until I was eighteen or nineteen years old, you could say that we grew up together. This was in within the Pittsburgh city limits. We lived on a double lot, my father built a house and dug a pond for him. I don't think that there was a lot of poultry as pets in the city circa 1963-1978. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that it was legal. This would mean that I was afoul of the law, or a fowl of the law...

 

[TomB]

I eventually discovered it had hopped the fence from the propery behind mine, and its compatriots were actually spread over quite a few yards that day. Spotted the one by the tree first and decided to investigate, only to realize it brought backup. Precisely what business they had in my yard is beyond me, but they’ve been back since so I must have something yummy back there.

As for why I elected to chase it...

...

... *shrug*

--^@

Chickens don’t need an invitation. A few good worms will do it. Careful where you step !

 

[TomB]

I forgot another great chicken story:

A couple years ago, the volunteer fire department I was on had a call for a fire at a huge chicken house. It was really pretty sad, the guy lost thousands of chickens. I drove the engine (my first time driving to an actual working fire - another story in itself). I worked from home. So after a many hour interruption in my day, I parked the truck back at the station, went back to work for a deadline, and then returned the next day to wash the truck.

There was a bell on the front bumper of the engine (just for tradition), but the clapper hinge on the bell was rusty. If you pull the string slowly, it sounds just like a chicken. I pulled the truck out, and washed it. I thought I heard a chicken, and just figured it's the bell. I heard it a few more times but each time so faint I wasn't quite sure I heard it or not. Finally, I hear it again and I'm standing right over the bell. It ain't the bell. I shut the hose off and start checking compartments. Nothing.

Finally I heard it once more coming from inside the pump panel. I open the panel, and sure enough there is a chicken inside the fire truck standing on top of the pump. She was too fast for one person to catch, so I got one of my buddies who lived nearby and we managed to catch it finally. He returned it to the farm, thinking 'hey we saved one more!' but alas, it had been off premises for longer than a certain amount of time and they destroyed it. We were like, hey we could have given it a proper roasting!

I have pics, but they're at home, maybe once I get home I'll look for them.

Hah! As someone who spent 18 years on a rural volunteer department and lived across the river from the firehouse, I can empathize. In fact, I one time I was first response on the pumper to an incubator fire! Just a small one in a big cardboard box, but luckily we saved the garage it was in. Too bad for the chicks though.

 

[D M C]

 

[Son of Wobble]

 

[Son of Wobble]

 

[Son of Wobble]

 

[swarfrat]

Hah! As someone who spent 18 years on a rural volunteer department and lived across the river from the firehouse, I can empathize. In fact, I one time I was first response on the pumper to an incubator fire! Just a small one in a big cardboard box, but luckily we saved the garage it was in. Too bad for the chicks though.

Since there's one other person who will appreciate this:
I'd been all but checked off to drive the engine. However the chief appeared to think that because I was a college boy who programmed computers for a living, I was too educated to know which end of the axe to hold. This call was in the middle of the daytime, when many (virtually all) volunteer stations are often critically short handed. I called the Deputy Chief (who was on scene and requesting any and everything that could haul water) on the phone and he said 'Bring it on'. I said "Just so you know - this is between you and the chief." He said "Drive carefully". The chief was at work. When he arrived on scene later in the day and saw me up on the deck, he was HOT. But thankfully he DID manage to keep whatever business they had between the two of them.

I found a chicken feather while cleaning out the engine, which went into my shadow box, along with my FD t-shirt from my first fire with the hose stains on the shoulder and the burnt section of hose from that first fire when I learned that even a few piddly leaves burning back behind you can interrupt your stream flowing to the building on fire in front.

I really felt for the guy - he probably lost 7000 chickens. That could put a lot of guys under.

 

[blastoff99]

Oh dear! I have a trombone. And a cow pasture right next to my place.

What are you waiting for?