People who have chickens are people who have stories.
Seriously, if you know anyone who has chickens, take them out for a cup of coffee and just start off with the question – “What’s one of the most memorable things your chickens have done?”
Oh, the stories this little guy could tell.
That’s it. That’s all it takes. You wont’ be sorry. (By the way, we also make great party guests.)
Some of the favorite chickens stories I’ve heard from others involve roosters. When roosters are young they can be docile, often misleading you into believing that they will not become the devilish roosters of other people’s stories.
When roosters mature he becomes mean. It’s his job, it’s how he protects the flock.
One woman once told me that her parents had chickens and there was one rooster in particular who was very aggressive. Every afternoon, he’d know when it was time for her to come home from school and he’d be ready at the bus stop to attack her. Every. Single. Day.
She told me that for much of her childhood, every afternoon became a life or death race from the school bus to the front door trying to outrun that killer rooster in order to reach the safety of the house.
It probably would have been easier to get rid of the rooster but chicken owners tend to live and let live. An aggressive rooster? Not his fault, that’s how he was meant to be. Just make sure you know how to run.
And besides, if her parents had gotten rid of the rooster, she’d never have that wonderful story.
Last night I met a gentleman who used to have chickens on his property in town. He told me that in the wintertime, it was his young daughter’s responsibility to go out and gather the eggs.
One morning, she collected the eggs and not having any place to out them, she gently placed them in her warm pockets. Continue reading