This is about dancing chickens. My mom took these (sideways) pictures of chickens. It looks like they are dancing. So here are pictures of dancing chickens! Just tilt your head to the left & you'll be able to see the chicken dance.
If anyone knows how to rotate pictures on blogspot.com please let me know.
This is a dove. I have held a real live dove. It had a broken wing because my dad shot it. It had a short fat body, big tail and a little head. So back to the shot part. It got shot because me and my dad were at a family dove hunt. My dad sent me to get the dove (since Dusty is useless - I'm the retriever). At first it was freaky because the dove was moving. When I would put my boot on it it would flop. After 3 minutes of staring at it I finally got the courage to pick up the flopping dove. It was cute. It was small. It was injured. It was also innocent. I took the sweet, little dove to my dad and hepulled it`s head off and in case you didn`t hear me he pulled it`s head off!!!!! We had dove for dinner the past two nights. Tastes like chicken.
In one of my posts I said we had to get rid of our old chickens and get new ones to train. Well, our new ones are trained...too well. When I say too well let me explain. The goal is to have chickens that go into the coop in the evening. If you train them well, they will go in by themselves & you just have to lock the door. To teach them this we say "here chick, chick, chick" every time we bring them food and throw the food where ever we want them to go. At night I throw a cup of bird seed or chicken scratch, or stale Kix cereal into the coop as I call "here chick, chick, chick." They run into the coop after the snack & 22 chickens get locked in for the night.
Here's why my chickens are trained "too well." Some nights (usually rainy ones) I go out to put them in the coop and they are already in the coop. As soon as they see me, they come storming out of the coop, when they are supposed to stay in. Every time they see a human they run to him (her). They will also swarm around you when you have food and if you try to avoid them it`s almost impossible. I say it`s like trying to avoid your feet. They are also cute. Some of the chickens have grown. So that is what our new chickens are like. We have a chicken who we think is the leader, her name is Pigeon. My mom says we should have called her Turkey...I think she is right.
I think you should get chickens too (if you don`t already have some).
Here are pictures of chickens taken from my bedroom window since it is raining.
This year I am home schooled full time. So instead of going to New Song on Tuesdays & Thursday's I am going to 5 Star Pawn on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I like it because I get to spend time with my dad. I also have a lot more free time. At the pawn shop I usually eat breakfast first. My dad doesn't like to eat breakfast at home. So we usually drive through MC Donald's and bring it to the pawn shop. After eating breakfast I do my school work. When I finish my school work I sometimes vacuum and clean around the shop. If it`s a Saturday I don`t have any school to do so I usually only vacuum,dust mop or clean. On Saturdays some friends of ours come to the shop to hold signs advertising 5 Star Pawn. Sometimes I go up there and help. So that is what it is like when I go to the pawn shop.
I don`t have homework to do now since I am home schooled full time. I do miss seeing my friends but I don`t really miss New Song too much. I am also glad I only have one teacher. My mom is my teacher and moms are the best teachers because they love you more than a teacher ever will. I am glad I am home schooled because being home schooled is awesome. I don't have to get up at 6:30 and get on a bus. I don't have to spend all day away from my home and my family. Every morning we do bible before breakfast and I get to learn more about God. I am glad I am home schooled because I usually finish before lunch. It is fun. If you knew what it is like, you would probably want to be home schooled too. :|)
Have you ever seen a chicken run at you? If not today is your lucky day! I have video taped chickens running. My mom says they look like they are about to fall forwards. This is what happens when they see chicken daddy. So for your pleasure here are the chicken races! Narrated and made by chicken daddy
Every morning when I let the chickens out of the coop I have to run. Why? Because they storm out of the coop and chase me until I drop their food. I have a video of the chicken routine in the morning here is the video.
This is a story by me (Parker) told from one of our new chicken's perspective.
Here's how it started. One day I was playing on a 200 chicken ranch with my chicken friends. Then, the next thing I knew I was being chased all over the yard by this very hairy monster. The tall, thin farmer with long arms, long hair, and an even longer beard was trying to capture me (My Mom says to think Z-Z Top). Z-Z cornered me against the fence, grabbed me, and shoved me in a small, cramped, stinky cage with 200 billion other chickens (not really - it was probably 20 other chickens).
Z-Z gave me to a family with 4 children. The kids were treating me like a baby doll. I was being rocked, cuddled, even bathed. I almost lost it. They stuck me in another cage, then a car, and then they named me "Buff Chicken." They named me after some cat. When the car finally stopped our cage was then strapped to roaring monster (a 4-wheeler). The 4 wheeled monster moved us to a red coop.
After that it happened. DOGZILLA showed up. It was horrible. It tried to EAT me! It smelled like a dead mole and barked at holes. I hope Dogzilla's return doesn't happen on this farm.
I was grabbed by my tail feathers, pulled out of the cage, and dropped into the red coop. The coop was nice except for all the chickens. There were 22 of us in that coop. I think that coop was only built to hold 15. I would have called a chicken exterminator but there was no phone in the coop. We were stuck in that overpopulated coop for 4 days.
We must have all died from heat exhaustion or over crowding because when we came out of the coop we went to chicken heaven (the vegetable garden). There were yummy, delicious leaves everywhere. Hiding under the delicious leaves were giant, juicy, squash bugs. I ate bugs until my beak was sore.
The best part about our new home is Chicken Daddy. He comes by 3 times a day and screams, "Heeeeeeeeerrrre chick- chick- chick- chick- chick- chick- chick." He's always transporting bowls full of YUM, YUM, and YUM. It may just be scraps in their world. But in our world it's a feast.
I've decided, a chicken that isn't living here - isn't living.