I Just Have to Tell You Something! Better Yet Let Me Show You!
This is Honey the Hen speaking…see these three hens!
They are THE ONES!!!
The mean ol’ biddies!
Don’t they look mean! Don’t they have the most hatful eyes you have ever seen?
Awful women! Just awful!
But —– I am now sleeping on the roost with all of them and they are leaving me alone. No more do I have to stay in the dog pen. (I guess it was alright) But I get to sleep right back where I belong with all the girls.
Mom still lets me go outside every morning, which suits me, just fine. She told me today that this isn’t going to last much longer, but we will see. We will see.
But since I’ve been gone, THE MEAN OL’ Biddies started attacking Cluck-Cluck. See her head?
Cluck-Cluck is an N.E.R.V.O.U.S. bird!
Goodness, she never shuts-up! Ever!
I think she was the original ‘the sky is falling chicken’ talk about flighty!
Mom has had to let her out side with me, so she can get some feathers back. I told Cluck –Cluck, she isn’t staying with me!!!!! I’ve had to share with the dog, (the dog says that isn’t true, he had to share with me, ha!), but I don’t have to share the front of the house.
Cluck-Cluck can go live with Dad in the tractor shed!
Mom told THE MEAN OL’ Biddies they had better straighten things up s.o.o.n. or they were going to have to go the way of Roo.
I wonder where Roo is? Mom said Roo went to another coop with a whole new set of girls. I haven’t really been sad about it, except for the ‘snot girls’ of our group. Cluck-Cluck doesn’t miss him either; this bully thing has been a little too much to think about anything else, if you really want to know.
Mom says the new vitamin water will help everyone settle down, (she got it from McMurry Chicken Farms) after which Cluck-Cluck and I can live happily-ever-after with everyone else in the hen house! Although, we get to roam outside when Mom is home and can make sure we aren’t eating the entire garden. She said Every One gets to roam outside when she is home.
I’ll leave you with the same photo of the mean ol’ biddies. Maybe next month they will have been rehabilitated.(transformed, improved upon) We will just have to wait and see. Keep your fingers crossed!!!!!
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Sorry about the girls but I do love your chicken stories!!
Jody Blue - July 28, 2009 at 4:36 am
Poor baby. I hope the new supplement from McMurray’s does the trick.
Mountain Woman - July 25, 2009 at 6:31 pm
Well Honey I think you should make a pack with the dog and have him give the chickens a offer they can’t refuse. LOL Great story! thanks for making me laugh this morning.
Peggy - July 25, 2009 at 9:00 am
Everyone needs to get along. Period. You all straighten up out there!
thecrazysheeplady - July 24, 2009 at 5:18 pm
Honestly! WHAT is meaner than a mean chicken?! I always hated the pecking order thing. But then it could be the trickle down theory from those mean roosters pestering them all the time. No, come to think of it, I never had a rooster and mine did the same thing. Made me want to put ‘em in the stew pot!
Robynn's Ravings - July 24, 2009 at 4:50 pm
hmmm…none of my girls get that bad, the rooster does his business but nobody is missing feathers and the other hens don’t seem to bother each other. I hope it stayes that way, poor cluck-cluck looks a mess. Cluck-Cluck needs to kick some tailfeathers.
Tina Marie - July 24, 2009 at 4:09 pm
LOL—poor Honey Hen. I hope you can help your biddies establish a new pecking order soon. You’re right about chickens being mean. It also shows how bird-brained people are with the same mentality. I never got to sit at the “cool” lunch table in Jr Hi. Warped me for life (jk). Good for you taking the pecked-on one under your wing.
Leenie - July 24, 2009 at 1:38 pm
What a cute story ! Those old biddies are MEAN ! That poor chicken !
Theresa@TakeASentimental Journey - July 24, 2009 at 12:37 pm
ha ha ha awwww poor girls!!
Lisa - July 24, 2009 at 11:46 am
Poor little babies. I’ve seen chickens pick at each other like that. Makes you want to just slap their little beaks.
Lucy - July 24, 2009 at 10:20 am
Hi Linda
I think the reason that your “RIR – which look very much like Red Hampshires” have that feather problem is that they are too confined. Thus they attack the feathers of each other. Your “ex-Aussie Roo” could not be responsible. They look like caged “chooks” which they are not. Something is decidedly wrong?
Place the perches that they sleep on further apart – that will stop the pecking.
Cheers
Colin “HB”
Colin Huggins - Australia - July 24, 2009 at 3:27 am
The thing to remember is they will never comport to our view of life and that is a good thing. Maybe we have alot to learn from them, as cruel as that may seem.
Ah? The structure of the pecking order.
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Russ - July 24, 2009 at 2:07 am
Those old biddies! If they are not nicer they may end up in the stew pot.
Michele - July 23, 2009 at 11:16 pm
Honey, I think if those mean old hens keep bothering you they should go in a soup pot. Old hens make very good chicken and noodles. Maybe you should tell them that.
ellie k - July 23, 2009 at 10:40 pm
Oh Honey, you poor thing. You can come live with us, we are well behaved ladies and there is no mean old rooster here, just a dumb dog named Winslow Homer. Fondly, Gladys and the girls.
julie - July 23, 2009 at 9:32 pm