Breaking News: Fowl Play

Breaking News: Fowl Play

In the small hours of the morning, a gang of four desperadoes let loose a chicken in McDonald’s at Thomastown. The hapless hen was shooed outside by staff. The staff then called the police to come and pick her up, as she was, in the time-honoured tradition of chickens, attempting to cross the road and therefore guilty of jaywalking.

Once installed at the police station, instead of being charged, the chicken was seconded to the force and granted the rank of First Officer Nugget. Her duties consisted largely of clucking, being patted, and crapping all over the counter.

A second chicken was released by the gang into a BP shop at Bundoora at 5 am, after which they flew the coop (don’t blame me! That’s what they said on the news!).

Three hens were missing from a  local primary school. Someone soon put two and two together, and the hens were reunited with the children. It wasn’t revealed where the third hen was found; probably indulging in a bit of road-crossing somewhere.

ISA Brown

Blueberries vs. Strawberries

Blueberries vs. Strawberries

I have recently watched a video where a woman throws blueberries to her chickens and they go nuts running all over her verandah to get the blueberries, which were described as chickens’ favourite fruit. Two thoughts came to mind while I was watching:

1. The chickens either hadn’t been on the verandah for very long, or this woman has discovered the secret of toilet-training chickens, in which case she is a goddess and I worship her.

2. Would my chickens prefer blueberries to strawberries? They luuuurve their strawberries. Whenever they do a chicken run and escape into the greater garden, they either make straight for the strawberry plants, or they hide out under the rose bushes growing over the septic tank. Another example of chicken intelligence: not only do they realise that we are unable to follow them in there (for fear of being shredded by thorns), but they can enjoy a feast of grubs while watching our pathetic efforts to coax them out. However, it only takes a shiny red strawberry waggled enticingly in front of them to lure them from this hiding place. (It is wise to have several on hand as they are both adept at the quick lunge and grab!)

Having obtained some blueberry bushes from our friends at Nellie Kelly, next season I will find out which of the two fruits they prefer. This is another burning question to be answered along with “which came first, the chicken or the egg”.

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