We’ve Come for the Roosters

by Stefani on 17-June-2008

We've Come for the Roosters 

There is much debate at my house, as to the reasoning behind this new chicken behavior.

 My oldest, Luke, the official keeper of the chickens, lets them out of their coop in the morning to roam about the backyard. 

They punch their little chicken time cards and go about their solemn duties, ridding the yard of fire ants, weeding the garden and polishing off the toast crusts tossed out the door by management.

It's a grind. 

Here lately though, we've begun to wonder if they aren't organizing – maybe there is some kind of chicken union forming out there? 

They peer in the window at least a few times a day and speak in hushed bawks.

They're up to something. 

What though? That is the question. 

Some of us think that these near 100 degree days have them planning an infiltration of our air conditioned quarters. 

Others of us believe that they are merely wondering what it's like on the other side. You know how some folks drive around the wealthier neighborhoods and sigh, wondering what it would be like to live in one of those big gated estates with the tree-lined drives? Well, maybe the chickens are gazing in, and imagining themselves with indoor plumbing and refrigerated scratch? I don't know.

Still others in this house think that the girls are playing lookout. A couple of them peer in the window while the other wayward fowl is doing who knows what off in the bushes. Maybe she's rolling her own St. Augustine smoke, or maybe she's booking airfare for three to Jamaica. Who can say? 

Heck, by the look of that window, maybe they are just wondering if the inhabitants of this house have ever heard of Windex. 

As for me, I think that these teenage girls of mine are after one thing, and one thing only. 

If you've hung out in a mall lately, you know what I'm talking about. I've seen it in the human variety of teenage chicks too – standing in front of Hollister, smacking their gum and squealing, "Oh. MY GAWD! He didn't!"

My young ladies are preening. They are strutting about. They are trying out their newfound feminine wiles. They are looking in that window, and they are wondering "Can Rosemartine and Pearleone come out to play?"

Sorry gals. This is no longer a co-ed farm. 

and the Blue Yonder Boys
Tracey@Paper Dolls for Boys June 17, 2008 at 9:21 pm

You are the attraction at the zoo and the chickens are getting their money’s worth!

Angela June 17, 2008 at 9:38 pm

Looking for Henny Penny, perhaps?

Mary Smith June 17, 2008 at 9:48 pm

That picture of the chickens looking through the door made my day!

Alicia A. June 17, 2008 at 10:03 pm

OK. I should be off in bed, but instead I’m here to tell you that you’re one of the cleverest people I know.

Corynne Escalante June 17, 2008 at 10:10 pm

Hilarious! Thanks for that post. Super jealous that you actually have air conditioning in your pad…

Berlinswhimsy June 17, 2008 at 10:15 pm

Oh, I just love hearing that others enjoy that funny chicken behavior! Ours cannot come to our door but they still exhibit some funny chicken habits—-like if ANY one of us comes even close to their pen, they think we are bringing them treats and they practically stampede each other trying to come close to us. I think we’ve created a multi-feathered monster!!

Also, I think we wound up with only one rooster out of 12 chicks—from what I hear, this is some sort of miracle!

OMSH June 17, 2008 at 11:41 pm

It is my personal goal to never let my daughter near a Hollister store.

It is also my personal belief that anyone with a child and/or dogs, but most especially chickens, should not be responsible for the state of their windows.

Rachel L June 18, 2008 at 2:16 am

Oh, I just love this chicken saga! You have such a wonderful way with words, can’t wait to hear the next installment…

emily June 18, 2008 at 3:42 am

laughing out loud.

Mama Urchin June 18, 2008 at 5:01 am

Oh ladies, your mama sent you off to an all-girls school.

gonzomama June 18, 2008 at 5:07 am

making my husband read all your chicken posts. i so want chickens.
love that picture!

Mandi June 18, 2008 at 5:24 am

Too funny! Thanks for the laugh!

Tracy June 18, 2008 at 5:36 am

aww. that is so darn cute.

Our Green Nest June 18, 2008 at 6:06 am

SO funny – I’d be laughing aloud if I wasn’t trying to get my babe asleep :)!

Lisa Clarke June 18, 2008 at 6:14 am

You’re a riot! And you’re making me want chickens.

heather jane June 18, 2008 at 6:20 am

Oh, man. That makes me laugh so hard. I love the mall scene. As a (newly) former jr.high/high school teacher you put me right back in the halls of the school. Funny.

Valerie June 18, 2008 at 6:25 am

Seriously, you’re killing me with the hilarious fowl stories. I’m just waiting for your book to come out and hit the bestseller list. You are writing a book, aren’t you? If not, what are you waiting for?! 🙂

Crystal June 18, 2008 at 7:00 am

This is so funny! Great post.

Danielle June 18, 2008 at 7:19 am

Chickens are much more social than generally given credit for, is my observation. My girls come up and look in my kitchen door as well, with the odd peck-and-knock. Scares the dogs silly.

Mine are begging for more scraps, is my guess, or just exercising their avian curiosity.

Great picture!

Sarah June 18, 2008 at 7:25 am

haha!! you are hilarious. i love it.

Molly June 18, 2008 at 9:14 am

Mmm, I think we need some clever chickens to keep our yard weeded too, but only if they stare through our patio door. 🙂 So cute.

Thimbleina June 18, 2008 at 11:53 am

So funny!

Jennifer June 18, 2008 at 12:08 pm
d-ann June 18, 2008 at 1:55 pm

Your post is too funny 🙂

mountain mama June 18, 2008 at 4:56 pm

I think the cats would keep our chickens away, or else the chickens would go “neener-neener!”

Mandy June 19, 2008 at 6:26 am

The pictures of boys in your header is the cutest thing I have ever seen.

Emily June 19, 2008 at 6:50 am

Oh I love the chicken stories! And this picture?? Too much! I think I need a print of this for my kitchen. I love it! (too many exclamation points?)

I’ve been dreaming (and researching and plotting) of having backyard chickens for a number of years now. Now if I can just get the stars to align just right to make it so. Someday.

For now, though, I’ll enjoy your tales.

Anne June 19, 2008 at 6:56 am

You crack me up. I love this picture; chickens gone wild.

erin June 19, 2008 at 7:51 am

you crack me up.

Stephanie June 19, 2008 at 10:43 am

This is too hilarious! It definitely seems like a plot to me–for roosters, mischief, whatever. They are far too organized for comfort. lol

Kristi Richards June 19, 2008 at 7:49 pm

This photo is too funny! I think they want Rosemary to come back!

Celtic Mommy June 20, 2008 at 6:53 am

I’m laughing so hard it mighta woken the baby up!! Your chicken posts are the best! Indoor plumbing and refrigerated scratch. It’d be smart NOT to run to Jamaica though… they love their jerk chicken.

Totally enjoying the non-Windexed window and humor. Happy Friday! ~Hettie

Michelle June 20, 2008 at 6:23 pm

Ha! reminds me of the book (http://www.amazon.com/Click-Clack-Moo-Cows-That/dp/0689832133/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1214011328&sr=8-2) Click Clack Moo, about cows that organize a “union”!

caroline June 21, 2008 at 5:07 am

Oh dear, that’s BRILLIANT! I’m so desperate for chickens, and this just makes it worse.

Have your kids seen the movie Chicken Run? Fantastically applicable to your scouts.

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