Comments on: Chicks

By: annegb

annegb — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 17:53:05 +0000

Those are really cute little kids, Kaimi. But what are you going to do with the chickens? My friend got chickens and she’s very attached to them. They stayed home all summer because they couldn’t get anybody to tend their chickens.

By: LisaB

LisaB — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 17:27:38 +0000

And I thought just DEER were evil!

By: Jesse

Jesse — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 17:01:20 +0000

Chickens were the bane of my existence as a missionary. Our president was all gung ho, and wanted us to get up at 5:00 to study extra. What with going to bed around 10:00 – 11:00, that meant being chronically sleep deprived. And the chickens (which were everywhere) always started crowing. Early. REALLY early. One elder I knew actually bought rat poison and sent the neighbor’s chickens on to their eternal reward (the big rotisserie in the sky, or perhaps to meet the Colonel and his spice drawer in person, or some such suitable use for chickens).

The neighbors bought new ones the next day.

By: Keryn

Keryn — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 05:39:43 +0000

While we lived in a basement apartment, our landlord (who lived upstairs) got some baby chicks to put in his (inherited) chicken coop in the backyard. His two-year-old daughter loved the chicks–so much so that she broke the leg of one of them while hugging it. The chick recovered (sort of), but with a majorly crooked leg. We called it the gimp chicken, and it always ran after the other chickens in a truly gimpy way. Very hilarious.

By: kristen j

kristen j — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:38:05 +0000

Nice post and cute kids!

When I was about Kace’s age my parents decided that 2 ducks and a goose would be a great addition to our family (something about ducks and geese eating slugs in the yard?). They were so cute when they first came home but quickly turned into a horror for my siblings and me. They were really mean and anytime you set foot out the door the goose, followed by the ducks, would race up to you and start pecking and squawking at you. Eventually I refused to go outside and my parents decided it was time for the birds to go.

By: Seth Rogers

Seth Rogers — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 01:21:02 +0000

I remember working in a mountain resort. I returned to my dorm room one night to hear some soft squeaking. I opened up my bottom drawer to find a nest of mice behind some of my unused T-shirts. There were about 7 babies and one mother who immediately bolted carrying about two or three young uns still attached.

I couldn’t recover the mom. So I sat there staring at the remaining 5 pink mice. After due consideration, I took them out back and dumped them in the river.

Then I cleaned out my drawer.

By: Keith

Keith — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 00:46:47 +0000

When I was 11 or 12, we inhereted about four chicks from a batch that had survived an accident at the airport in which large crates of chicks were toppled. We lived in a suburb of Denver (Aurora) and it was a blast to have them in our backyard (though we had to assure that the dogs and the chickens didn’t interact). Perhaps the thing I liked best was tossing them a spider or bug I’d captured (usually these were Daddy Long-legs as we called them). It was in these moments that I watched the CFL. One chicken would take spider in beak and run down the sidewalk, pursued by the others — all cackling. Chicken #1 would be ‘tackled’–knocked over–by another, lose the spider and chicken number #2 would pick up said football spider and take off, likewise pursued, tackled, with an ensuing fumble. This usually lasted for a minute or two until one chicken had the smarts (or the occasion) to swallow the spider. Looking back I should have given them names: Chicken Jones, Chick Butkis, etc. Win one for the clucker.

Judging by the size of your chickens, Kaimi, I think they should have been ready for little league in a couple weeks after the pics were taken, maybe sooner. Sorry you missed out.

By: Kaimi

Kaimi — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 22:29:50 +0000

Agreed, Frank. I’m exhibiting all the worst features of species-essentialism.

By: Frank McIntyre

Frank McIntyre — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 21:46:32 +0000

That’s a great post, Kaimi.

But your objectification of chickens is totally out of line.

By: Bryce I

Bryce I — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 21:18:23 +0000

“I grew up on a semi-farm”

Huh. And all this time I thought trucks came from factories. Go figure.