This week’s stories about life with chickens comes from guest contributor, Natalia.
Something is wrong with all eight of my chickens.
They don’t like mealworms. They won’t eat them. At all. I even wiggled those crunchy yuckies for them, and they are just like ‘pffft’.
Someone please talk some sense into them, that bag was $18!
Seriously though, they would rather untie my sneakers.
I just walked by their run. Most of the hens are out free ranging and my heart just dropped into my sneakers and my knees went weak under me.
My Indy, my silver Easter Egger! Oh, dear, suddenly dead by the feeder. And then, this brat gets up, shakes off her chicken ass, and walks off like she didn’t just cause me partial heart failure.
I nearly fainted for the second time.
Chicken gods forgive me; I want to slap that bird in her chicken face so hard right now.
She is seriously lucky I can’t catch her.
Never have I ever thought that I would bring a chicken into my house or bathe a rooster, mind two and dry it with a blow-dryer and finish drying it in a cat carrier by fireplace.
But here we are.
Someone pooped on my rooster Piff who often sleeps on the floor, as it is hard for him to get up on the roost because of his gimpy leg. So he got a bath for Christmas.
His dominant brother’s bath was supposed to be a punishment for disrespect to humans, but the jerk actually enjoyed the experience.
Here’s a picture of two clean and buffed roosters in front of a fireplace for your personal viewing pleasure.
My Silkie rooster Piff, he, well, he whistles.
Kinda like a teapot. Well, exactly like my teapot actually.
I have never heard of a chicken whistle like this and the first time I heard it, my heart dropped because I thought he was having trouble breathing. In retrospect, I am grateful for not attempting CPR on the spot because as it turned out, the sucker just does that when he is happy. Okay, not the only dude I know to whistle when he’s content.
But it did become an inside family joke. Because he sounds so much like my whistling teapot when it’s boiled, whenever we are outside and he does it, one of us always would say: “Piff is ready”.
And it just never gets old.
Thanks to Natalia Foreman for sharing her stories and photos.
Bitchin' Chickens 
This is darling. Your love for your little birds really shines through your words- loud and clear. I can fully appreciate that sentiment and I applaud your love and care for them. People don’t realize just how special these little birds are.
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