The Funny Farm: The Lighter Side Of Keeping Chickens 4

Keeping chickens can be a slog. Just like housework, there is no end to cleaning up poop, filling waterers and feeders, and contending with the dust. Then there’s being vigilant to predators, pests and parasites. So there’s got to be an upside, right? And yes, there is. Chickens are worth their weight in gold for their entertainment value alone. If we could bottle and sell their ability to make us laugh we’d all be rich. So when you’re feeling a bit worn down check out The Funny Farm for some validation that you’re on the right track.

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I never thought it would come to this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

PLEASE, I’m begging you, please let Waffle borrow the one shared Silkie braincell. She’s been running on pure chaos fumes for weeks. At this point, I’m not sure if she knows which way is up, where her food is, or if she’s just vibing with the void. Her turn with the braincell was three chickens ago. I don’t know how much longer she can survive without a single, solitary spark of sense.  She better be glad she’s cute. And yes, she did come inside to get blow dried, don’t worry. She’s very spoiled. – Whitney Threatt

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I turned around for 11 seconds and Team Leghorn were on the job cleaning out my car. -Lefty’s Place Farm Sanctuary

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I was contemplating on posting this because I was just gonna chill today, but it’s gotta be done. Today I chose the task of cleaning coops. I did the tiny breeds first, then when I was gathering all my supplies to go to the next pen something popped off in my hens’ coop. I’ve been reading online posts and one stuck in my head where the big ass snake crawled in the stock tank and did away with some babies.

My mind was reeling a mile a minute with all situations running through my head. I grabbed the nearest thing to me, a fan rake. I had a broody hen with eggs sitting in this pen and I was overwhelmed with panic. I ran to the door and saw four of my girls hollering, carrying on and running franticly.  I grabbed the door not realizing it has a latch. I jerked it clean out of the hole, at which point I couldn’t figure out why the f*kn door wouldn’t open. Apparently it’s a push, not a pull. I ran into the coop. 

All the  hens were running every which way. I picked up each hen to see if the had any puncture wounds. I was gambling with my life messing with this broody hen’s eggs. I finally found Mable who had a loose feather on her leg and it touched her other foot and spooked her. Right then I decided to come inside and watch cartoons. – Unknown

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Do you ever just put your chickens to bed, it’s way past your bedtime and later you’re drinking wine and think to yourself, maybe they just each want another kiss good night? I need a bigger walk-in coop to just walk in. – Stephenie Savage

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Thought my rooster was down, and I was scared to go look. So I zoomed in with my camera and saw this.  False alarm. Mr. Mayor’s response: “Did you confuse me with trash?” – Amelia Acres

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Had a scary encounter with two off leash chickens on 1st street. Do better people. Can’t walk a minute in this town without being charged at by badly behaved, off leash chickens. Feeling scared – David Thomson

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Make sure when you sunbathe to get both sides. Don’t wanna be darker on one side than the other. It matters, even to the chickens – Bryant’s Roost

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Thanks to everyone who shared their stories and photos.

“Chicken keeping: it’s all fun and games until someone poops in your coffee.”