Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Cry fowl.

Man, I really want chikkins. (I love to spell it like that, not sure why, but I do.) I've wanted them forever and I think the chikkin set-up is pretty high on the list for spring, but you never know what else might come up.
You know who else really wants chikkins? This guy - Angus:

You know who really, really wants chikkins? This gal - Luna:

Here's my funny as hell chikkin story. So...we have dear friends who live in Hutto. They have chikkins. Well, I should say, she has chikkins. He ended up a farm boy by default because he loves her and she is a farm girl (via Connecticut, via Colorado). She moved to Texas for him and so he bought a ranchette with her. Anyhoo, one day we were out there, FinnigantheCurious and I, and her ladies were running around, as always, when I noticed Luna was missing. Sigh. Lots of feathers later, we realized that one of her chikkins had been murdered by my lovely girl who was just doing what dogs do. My friend, ever, ever the nicest person in the world, and a dog-lover in her own right, was gracious and forgiving.
A few days later I send Jackdaddy to the feed store to buy them some chicks to replace the one Luna ate. Jack called 'em up and said that he was on his way out. My girlfriend was not home at the time, but her man was there and he was quite excited that Jack was bringing chikkins. Well, um, seems that when Jack gets there, the man is quite disappointed to learn that Jack has brought live chikkins. All this time he's thinking Jackdaddy is bringing dinner...in the form of fried chikkin...as an apology for the death of the live chikkin. Turns out the man is wishing the whole chikkin-keeping thing would just disappear so he won't have to deal with it anymore ... him not being a farm boy and all. He's all worked up and ready for some hot dinner and all he gets is more damn chicks to deal with.

That's my hilarious chikkin story.
So...I have to dog-proof the chikkin area and design my coop (cuz I want a bitchin' cool coop with a green roof) and then we'll get some ladies. La la la. I'm going to name them all after my mama's friends who have passed (in Texas this is how we say someone has died). There will be a Margie Ann, a Mary Davis, a Lynell, a Jo Ellen and a Shirley. They were fine ladies in real life and I know my chikkins will live up to their namesakes. " God willin' and the creek don't rise," I'll be showing y'all some pics of them sooner than later, taters. The chikkins, that is. Oh, well, maybe the namesakes too now that I think of it!

17 comments:

  1. Have you read any of the more recent studies about bird intelligence. Chickens, contrary to popular belief, are actually fairly intelligent creatures with distinct personalities, capable of feeling attachment and affection. (We're getting chickens, too.) Here's an interesting link: http://www.fowlplaymovie.com/display_video.php?id=4

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  2. Hilarious story. I like your idea for the lady chicken names, too.

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  3. Yay! I want chikkens, too, but since I can't have them right now (damn, HOA), I will come be with you and yours. You also have my two hands and chikkn spirit to help with the ever-so-cool-green-roofed-coop!

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  4. Oh yes, chikkins are hilarious and very intelligent! All birds are crazy smart...seems humans are the ones with the problem. lol.

    Hi Caroline!

    Erica - When you move to your beautiful Brentwood home, I'll help you with YOUR coop. Wouldn't serena and chikkins be awesome together?

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  5. Will trade soap for eggs. I want to eat Luna all up in that picture!

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  6. OMG eggs for YOUR soap? done. Hey, maybe I should do a give away for your soap on my blog? (cuz you know I have SO many readers hahahah) Is your site up and running?

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  7. What a lovely thing for you to name your chikkens after my friends who have "passed" but please don't forget JoEllen.
    I have a chikken story, too but it is sort of long so I will tell you
    some other time. Please remind me.

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  8. Oh, I changed it mama. I KNEW there was someone else...unfortunately.

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  9. I'm all for a giveaway of Mo's soap! What a genius you are!:)

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  10. Oh, yes! I'll sign up for a Mo soap giveaway! hahaha

    Michele, your chikkin story was hilarious! I can just see poor Jack with those live chicks and that man expecting fried chicken.

    We want to get chickens too. Actually, Andrea wants to get them even more than I do, if you can imagine.

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  11. Oh! And I wanna hear your mamma's chicken story!

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  12. Our Ben has chikkens in Illinois. Champagne/Urbana. I forget if I told you about Brando, his mean ole' rooster? He's lost quite a few too but he just keeps on getting more. It's the nature of the beast, I suppose..dogs - chickkins .. you will still get you some great eggs. GO CHIKKENS !
    Ms. Mudd

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  13. Great story! Only thing I know about Dakota our most recently adopted shelter dog, is that she eats chikkins. Since I don't like chikkins (live, not dead), I figured that was ok. We don't have any nor do our neighbors, so we're safe.She musta killed someone's chikkins tho and that's why she was given up to the pound. But I figure they can't help it, they're dogs--supposed to chase things and eat them if they can. Good luck with proofing the coop. My dogs would bark at 'em not stop though!

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  14. Oooh, yes! We love our ladies, as we call them. They really are dumb as anything but so, so funny. You should get at least one Ameracana (sp?) because they lay beautiful green eggs. And they are *easy* to keep!

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  15. I will tell you my chicken story real quick. I was the one from the country and my wife, the city girl. When we got married her parents gave us a washer and drier. My parents gave us a dozen chickens and a rooster. Lyn was stunned to say the least. She appreciated it more as time went on. She still won't eat store bought eggs.

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  16. Bob - hahah that is a great story!

    I'll tell y'all my mama's chikkin story soon..it is really funny.

    karen - ooo yes, I want those beautiful green eggs!

    Diana - oh lordy, I HOPE mine don't bark at them nonstop...that's worse than having a rooster.

    Ms. Mudd - I love the name Brando! I didn't know Ben was in Champagne. Cold chikkins!

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  17. All my chickens know their names, come when called by name and they all know what "inside" means (get in the coop). They also respond too a special whistle that means come-n-get-it. They have me trained as well but i don't want to discuss that. Fact is, they are uber smart!

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