nope.....never had a pet chicken. i wanted one for eggs but i was told they are very messy and smelly so i changed my mind. hubby works on a horse farm and they have a ton of chickens. so we can have eggs whenever we need some. he has some pretty funny stories to tell about these chickens he takes care of. the only story i can recall off the top of my head is a sad one tho and made him very upset. seems one particular chicken had taken quite a liking to him and used to follow him all over the farm while he worked. one night something got in to the coop and killed a bunch of baby chicks and this one paritcular chicken that followed him around. i have never seen someone get so upset over a chicken dying before in my life.
i would like to get a guinea hen though. they are supposed to be great for eating ticks. but they are wanderers and i am not so sure my neighbors would appreciate guinea hens wandering around the neighborhood. even if they are doing us all a favor by eating ticks so we dont have to apply chemicals on our animals to keep them tick free.
there are some pretty varities of chickens also. i am sure my dad would think i have gone completely off the deep end if i ever got a pet chicken. his only experiences with chickens was as a little boy his parents would send him down to the market to pick a chicken out for sunday dinner. wish he never shared those stories with me. would have grown up just fine not hearing that ....lol.
Chicky was awesome. He could tell time, I swear. He knew what time I would be coming home from work and would come up to the house and wait for me to get home.
Since I knew him from the time he was an egg, he really bonded with me. He loved to be held in your lap and petted, much like a dog or cat. Of course, I always had to tell him how very handsome he was. He'd cluck, cluck while I petted him and made a fuss over him.
Chicky had such shiny feathers, probably from all the petting he enjoyed. He'd come up to the house and march back and forth by the door until I went outside and picked him up. Then he'd come into the house and sit on my lap while I watched my tv shows. He was very content and would fall asleep, guess the tv shows bored him, remember this was before Animal Planet.
I had a pet chicken when I was 7-years-old. My grandpa lives on a farm and had chickens. He had eggs in an incubator...since I am an animal lover I, of course, wanted one...so a few days after they hatched my parents and I drove up to my grandparents farm with a card board box....I picked out the chicken I wanted, it was brown and very fluffy...I named it "Brownie".
As it got bigger I had to give it back to my grandpa. The sad thing that happened was the chicken ended up taking a "swim" in the canal by his house and died. He didn't really swim obviously he sank.
yes guinea hens are unique looking birds. a co worker has 2 and when i saw them one night on her farm i had no idea what they were. scout was quite fascinated with them. if they are noisy then they are definitely an out for me. we have lots of noisy dogs in the neighborhood but i think the neighbors would draw the line at noisy, wandering birds lol.
i am surprised actually to hear how good your chicky was. i have heard roosters are really nasty and that is why they are used in cock fighting.
I have had a few pet chickens in my life. I recall 5 very big, mean and nasty Rhode Island Reds when I was little. They would fly up and spur my grandmother and I with the long claw/tallons on the back of their legs. Eventually we had to get rid of them. The best chickens I ever had came from Murry McMurry hatchery where I could pick out all sorts of exotic breeds. They were sent as day old chicks. The white crested black polish was a rather nasty rooster, the best was a HUGE partrige cochin. He was beautiful, tame, and friendly. I gave him and several others to a lady that raises chickens when I went away to college.
OMG, I wish they would have had those Omlet houses for chickens when I owned Chicky. He would have had one for sure, it would have had to be orange or red. Too cute.
I had an addition built onto the back of my rabbit barn for Chicky and his friends. He didn't stay out there with the chickens, most of the time. He was too people orieinted. He was always up at the house.
Chicky was never mean towards me, but he nailed my husband, in the leg, not too long after we got married. Roger was out in the barnyard, taking care of the critters and I was in the house.
He'd gone out there to feed and water them, plus dump the kiddy wading pools out that we used for the ducks and geese. We had to change them daily, as they'd swim all the time and leave little "deposits" in the fresh water.
We happened to have some baby chicks at the time and he was out there trying to catch them. Chicky didn't know Roger all that well yet and must have seen him as a threat.
Maybe because of how he was dressed too. Roger had on cutoff jeans and had slipped his workboots on to go outside. They were not laced up. Plus, he hardly ever wore shorts, his legs were so pale, they probably blinded Chicky. :D
Anyways, like I said I was in the house, when I heard Roger screaming "Denise, bring a rake". I yelled out the window (since the barnyard is about 2 acres back from the front of our property) "What do you need a rake for?" I thought maybe he was cleaning the barnyard, but couldn't imagine why the urgency in his voice.
He said, "Not a rake, bring me a rag. I'm bleeding." I ran out there with a towel, only to find his leg bleeding from 2 puncture wounds. Remember now, male chickens have "spurs" on their legs. Chicky's spurs were very big, since he was a couple of years old by then.
It seems that Roger had been chasing the baby chicks and Chicky didn't like that idea. He jumped up and spurred Roger in the leg, catching him above the boot. He nailed him good, as the blood was dripping down his leg, into the top of his boot.
He he, we still laugh about that one. Roger was over at my Mom's house last night and we were talking about the "Bring me a rake (rag)" incident and all had a good laugh over it.
Yes, every Easter, my dad would take me and my sister down to the local feed store, and we could pick out several of the little peeps! They were so cute-blue, green, pink, etc! Of course, when their feathers came in, they were just as ugly as any other chicken, lol! (sorry-didn't mean to offend any chicken-lovers out there!)
I also had a Rhode Island Red. Only I was young and had no real clue he was a boy. I named him JENNEY. He was B E A UTIFUL. His tail feathers were the shinyist green. He followed me and my ducks everywhere. We had this cement pond that my dad had made. I loved it but as you can imagine it could get pretty grose at times so my mom bought me a little plastic pool to swim seperate from my fowl friends, but you guessed it- they found me and my fresh water. Jenney turned up missing one day. Anything could have happened out on that farm.
Sorry ND, I know this is your post, but Cricketmom had something to add...lol ;) Rhode Island red's are pretty. Last year I raised some White Crested Black Polish, Sumatras and some Lakenvelders all just gorgeous, especially the White Crested cock!!! None this year, probably get some next Feb...busy with turkey presently. Agree, they can be good pets. Had an Ancona rooster that scared the holy heck out of a Bullmastiff. Not scared of nasty, coyotes.. but a big, pretty rooster...go figure. cheers
Well, I should be in bed, but just got back from watching the most awesome group in the world, Platinum Cafe, out of Mississippi. Wonderful band, if they ever appear in your area, be sure to check them out. They've played up here, maybe 8 times in the past 6 years and I've gone to each show. The bass player, Will, came out into the audience and was singing to me and some of the other ladies, sigh. Back to pet stories...
My chicken used to love to ride in the car. It was hilarious to watch him come running when I would say "Chicky, do you want to go for a ride". He had long spurs on his legs and had to pick his feet way up in the air, in order for his spurs not to hit together when he ran.
My vehicle had bench seats and Chicky would hop in and sit next to me, in the middle of the seat.
He loved his rides and soon learned how to lean to go around the corner, so as not to fall over. Since tumbling, head over spurs is not a graceful thing for a big rooster to do.
Chicky was housebroken in the car, he'd never poop on the seat if I was in the car with him. But God forbid if I had to run into the store for a minute. Everytime, he'd leave a little present on the seat for me, usually on the driver's seat, so as to pay me back for not taking him in the store with him. I soon learned to either take him along, or have plenty of kleenex on hand for those situations.
I remember seeing little brightly colored chicks at the Piggly Wiggly store in the spring, must have been around Easter time, when I was a child. I don't remember ever seeing them at the dime stores here. We had a Neisners, Woolworths and Kresges.
I can still see the bright green, pink, blue and yellow chicks in a glassed in box with a heat lamp overhead.
Not sure how much they sold them for, I always thought it would be cool to have a little pink chick, at the time. However we lived in town and I'm sure the neighbors would not have appreciated chickens in our back yard.
Since I was young, I didn't realize that those same little chicks would grow into a full sized bird, guess you don't think of stuff like that, as a child.
I remember the dyed chicks. I had one for Easter that grew up to be a huge white rooster. He was so mean everytime I walked out the door he jumped on my shoulders. Thats why I am scared to death of chickens and birds today. Know it sounds crazy but I would walk ten miles to miss a chicken.
Hmmmm, my chicken did not smell. He was clean, not greasy or smelly. He also didn't have fleas or lice. Not sure why a chicken would smell, unless they were kept in dirty quarters?
Chickens spend a lot of time preening their feathers, and did you know that they take a bath in the sand? It's comical to watch a chicken taking a bath, the sand really flys. There wasn't anything they liked better than when my Dad would wheel a load of fresh sand into their pen and dump it. They'd all be competing over who could take their bath first.
I showed Chicky for 5 or 6 years at the State Fair, his birthplace and he always won first place. I still have the ribbons that he won for me.
I do remember that a man from the other end of the State wanted Chicky. He approached me one day, saying he wanted to buy my rooster. He then offered me $25, which I promptly turned down.
My friends thought I was crazy, paying .25 cents for a bird and refusing to sell him for $25. They just didn't understand me having a pet chicken either. But to me, I could never sell my friend. He didn't have a price.
I don't think he liked being at the State Fair very much. He was used to being outside, scratching in the dirt, showing off for his hens. Then for one week a year, he'd have to be penned up, next to a group of other roosters.
Every day I'd go out to the fair and bring him his treats. He loved grapes and cubes of cantalope. Chicky would make such a fuss over his treats, I'm sure the other roosters mouths would be watering.