He rolled down the bank and then got up again and looked like he was drunk.
Jan 022010
One day as I was walking down to the barn I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a kind of visual commotion. Turning my head to figure out what was happening on the track on the side of the barn, I saw a Red Tailed Hawk sitting on one of my chickens. There [...]
Dec 112009
Notwithstanding some of the stories around here, this one is actually true. Apparently. It concerns the curious case of Mike, the headless chicken. On September 10, 1945 Loyd Olsen of Fruita, CO, went to the chicken coop to harvest a rooster for dinner. He chose Mike, a young Wyandotte. Unfortunately, his decapitation skills left something [...]
A Story of love, sex, death, and nocturnal, beastly raids. The Black Frizzle Cochin is a bantam, smaller than most chickens, and with the unique distinction of having feathers which curve outwards giving the impression, as our hatchery brochure put it, that it had “walked backwards through a windstorm.” We bought two of these birds one year, [...]