Becca just came to me out of breath, straight from the henhouse.
“Mom! I think one of the chickens is sick!”
me: “How do you know, honey?”
Becca: “She was still on the roost, and I was petting her and she was making a noise like this: wheeze! gasp! wheeze! gasp! hack! hcckhpbbt! And then wah-bam! She fell on the floor. And she’s still there.”
me: “I think you’re right. She sounds sick.”
I’m still laughing my head off.
Lulu
Oh no! Hilarious description, poor chicken!
Thanks for a good hearty laugh! yep, she sounds sick.
Did I miss something? She sounds dead?
Bless Becca for caring so much about the chickens!!
I can’t help myself. I have to know. Since people get bird flu and swine flu, does your chicken have people flu?
[laughing] I should say so!
~Luke
Maybe your chicken has asthma?
Sounds like there is going to be chicken pie in your near future. I hope though it’s not contagious it would awful if there was a lot of chicken pie in the future and not many eggs.
You know I had a bird person (what do you call a bird person?) in our office the other day and I guess there is something going on in the bird community that they are really afraid of spreading. Sorry that’s all I could think of when I saw your post. LOL
Wow. That is all.
I am laughing SO HARD! I NEVER laugh SO HARD at blog posts!
Even the comments are making my side hurt!
Poor chicken!
I wouldn’t eat that one if I were you…
does a chicken do that when it lays eggs?? Or is the chicken really sick or even worse dead? I just am not a chicken person I guess
Sounds eerily similar to one of our chickens,that was being chased by our 22 mth old..’round the yard they went twice,until the chicken literally fell over and died.Needless to say I dropped milk churns and went over running..a heart attack,perhaps?
Oh my that is so funny but not really. Your poor daugther.
Now, I don’t know if I want to raise chickens after all.
i dunno. Would you want to eat a chicken that had died of unnatural causes?
Well, er. Disease. I guess getting their neck wrung is also unnatural causes.
It certainly seems like that chicken is now pushing up daisies, having tea parties with worms, deader than a poached egg! …after interviewing her close friend, Anna Clucksey, the facts behind this tragedy have become a little clearer… Desperate, feeling like she had no where to turn following the abduction and consumption of her first beloved egg ($500 egg?), the deceased, settled on expressing her despair through a hungry strike. Believing this the best way to draw attention to the plight of chickens everywhere, she swore off corn, worms and even all little bits of dirt. In retrospect, her accompanying vow of no deodorant seems to have severely stifled the impact of her efforts as the media was largely absent from her nightly vigils. Tragic! Soup Anyone?
A “bird person” is an ornithologist.
I had a drink in my mouth when I read this and my computer screen almost got sprayed with Dr. Pepper. I love how you tell stories. Your poor daughter. How did she handle the news that he wasn’t mmmm….sick anymore?
For those who are wondering, that poor hen’s earthly cares are over. She never left the coop yesterday, but she’s leaving today for a long walk into the woods in a Walmart sack.
The children are disappointed, but not upset. They’re used to chicken deaths. We’ve had a very high mortality rate due to our failure to foresee possible conflict between a flock of fat flightless birds and a retriever.
Hi, I’m Stacey, 34 years old, keeper at home with a 9 month old blessing. We currently live in FL though we’re from the NYC Metro area. I found your blog by searching the phrase “I heart SwagBucks” and here I am. Looking forward to “catching up” on some of your older blogs.
xanga.com/stacey
Thanks for updating Kim. I was going to post that I got a good laugh, but since the chicken is no longer with us, it doesn’t seem appropriate. *sniff* *sniff*
oh man it did die, sad