Ohmystinkinheck

“Bwaaaack…have you heard the lastest news from the family that feeds us? Yesterday I overheard the Dad say “We aren’t getting enough eggs anymore.” The Mom responded, “It’s ’bout time we culled the hens.””

“Do you know what that means? DO YOU? Because I didn’t have a clue, until we woke this morning and our numbers had diminished significantly!”

“The others are missing.”
“MISSING! Bwaaaack!”

“Hmmmm…I wonder if that has anything to do with the strange white bandage on the Dad’s finger??”

“And that’s not the worst of it either; you see that box over there? THAT BOX holds six young chickadees with the sweet, fresh appeal that only fresh layers can have.”

“I can’t compete with that!”

“I mean these chicks are YOUNG - they barely have their feathers in.”

“The family is talking through how to best integrate the 6 new chicks even as we cluck.”

“I’m the first to admit we were a little too comfortable - grazing on their land, consuming their food and only putting out 1 to 2 eggs a day between all of us.”

“As it seems we are the sole survivors, we better look sharp; no more getting broody, do you hear me? We need to LAY EGGS!”

“And that sweet Momma, you know the drop-dead gorgeous one? Yea, her…she’s already taken a liking to one of the Buff Orpington chicks - she named her Butterscotch.”

“The oldest daughter chose the other golden Buff Orpington chick and named it Dizzy. They were oohing and ahhing over those two chicks like they were made of gold.”

“The new chicks may be young, but they don’t look so benign to me; I’ll show them the pecking order around here. They may think they have a plan, but there’s only one brown-beaker around here and that is ME; they won’t be working any scratch behind my tailfeathers!”

“Other than those two sly Orpingtons, there are two Black Sex Links…”

“I’m a bit flustered about one of them. Did you see it? I heard they’re concerned it might be a rooster…did you see the comb on that thing? That would NOT be good. Of course, I’m certain our family doesn’t want a rooster either, so at least there’s that…”

“There are also two Rhode Island Reds - which, of course, are the finer breed.”

“Right now we won’t be able to get anywhere near them; safely tucked away in the coop the way they are, but soon enough…”

“that li’l man will leave the gate open, and then we’ll skitter right back in there and stake our claim.”

“I hope.”

12 Responses to “Bwaaaaack! News from the hen house.”

1. MidlifeSlices™

   *smiling* That was cute.

2. Natalie

   so… what’s for dinner?

3. Amber (BGH)

   You are hilarious. Yeah, YOU. The drop dead gorgeous one. :P

4. chocolatechic

   No Auraucana’s? They lay the prettiest colored eggs.

   Fried chicken anyone?

5. Mrs. Wilson

   Hee hee! At least the chicken knows how gorgeous you are!

   The chicks are ADORABLE! And so is the rooster?

6. mommyknows

   How’s the finger? Not to finger lickin’ good … I’m supposing.

   MK xo

7. Mr. OMSH

   Bandage? I don’t need no stinkin’ bandage!

8. mamalang

   Poor Kenny, always the one getting blamed…LOL I know this cause it’s the same way with the little Monster in our house.

9. karen

   This is our favorite chicken recipe - totally lick-the-pan good. It can be done with green beans or broccoli, too.

10. nancypants

    You are hysterical!

11. kerflop's momma

    You’re going to love the Buff Orpingtons! We have four of them and they are big and beautiful and good natured, too. You can certainly learn a lot from watching chickens - truly what it means to be hen-pecked and that there is indeed a pecking order. Have fun with the new chicks.

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