Business Chicken

Sadly, Party Chicken has passed on.

(I think it was her at least; the three Barred Rocks look completely identical.)

We came back from brunch this morning to find her very lethargic and refusing to move, even when we touched her. Normally, like the other chickens, she flips out if you get too close.

She appears to have somehow gorged herself on long grass stems and got them stuck in her crop. It was too late by the time we go her to the vet, sadly, as she died under examination.

RIP, Party Chicken. Bawk on wherever you are.

Oh, the poor metal chicken.

About 6 a.m. Tuesday a resident in the 200 block of East Florida 100 heard some commotion and saw the three stealing the 9-foot, 600-pound chicken statue.

The three hooked the chicken to a Chevrolet truck and dragged it a mile down the road. Ben Smith told deputies that one of the thieves mounted and rode the purple aluminum bird, the Sheriff’s Office said.

They are HUGE, HUGE I TELL YOU. Betsy scored a couple, each came in their own used plastic butter container.

I had my first goose egg about a month ago from a shop in Pike Place Market.

It was hard to crack, ginormous, filled the frying pan and delicious.

I failed to take a photo but I did draw a cartoon. I resolved never to show the goose egg to our chickens, in order to support morale.

Yeah?

Jason has taken to letting the hens roam around far more than I feel comfortable with; our nearest neighbor doesn’t mind if they jump the fence (and we make sure to give her plenty of eggs) but I still worry.

I was upstairs doing some chores before a business trip when Jason yells to call me downstairs. “You always want me to take photos of them doing something cute – bring your phone!”

So I get downstairs and what do I find but — Speaker Chicken (I think it’s Party Chicken in disguise but it’s hard to tell, the barred ones look so much alike).

So eventually we shoo her outa there.

But as you can see, the door is open…

And it’s much warmer inside than outside….

So the other barred chickens and business chicken (hard to tell in this light; she’s the rust colored one two chickens back) recon in the living room to think about this “being inside” business.

They cluck around where Speaker Chicken (one of the barred ones) was clucking around originally and then we shooed them out. Mercifully, no poop. Jason was thinking that the way Speaker chicken rooted around in the Xbox/Kinect cables, she was thinking of nesting….

Such are the perils of chickens in the springtime!

Crazy Ballard chickens.

Henrietta, the intrepid Ballard traveling hen, is again on the loose. Her owner, Lisa Mudgett, tells us she flew the coop just a day ago. “She wasn’t in her coop sleeping when we got home last night, so we’re guessing she’s on another neighborhood adventure,” Mudgett writes.

Bawk bawk, Merry Christmas!

I caught Bossy Chicken being cute.