Even though I think my young half grown chickens are the best things since chocolate ice creme  , Ive got to admit they arent the sharpest tacs on the block. Oh heck, Ive got to face facts, they're dumber than dirt. So the prospect of turning them loose in the yard for the first time was giving me nightmares. I figured they'd either scatter & be lost forever, walk up to the nearest cat or dog to say "howdy", or ? Well, you get the picture.  So I got the bright idea to get a full grown hen to teach them the ropes. I figured she at least would lead them back to the henhouse at night before the preditors come out. I chose a docile breed. The Barred Rock. Shes a large, pretty hen and I should now be a happy camper. Right? Wrong! Beauty is only skin deep even if you're talking about a chicken. I got a psycho hen! The chicken from hell!  My nickname for her is Mz B, and the B doesnt stand for beautiful. You figure it out. She has claimed ALL the nestboxes, and the food & water pans. I swear if she could, she'd withhold the air they breathe. If they dare walk in her area, which is everywhere, she pecks them hard!  So now my previously happy chickens that were beginning to roost, sort out their pecking order, etc, spend all of their time huddled on the floor by the door. Hoping for a chance at escape. Ive been giving them pep talks. Like-"Theres 26 of you, and only one of her." "Im sure you can take her!" My chickens dont think so.  I thought about leaving her out at night, but some of the preditors she'd kill are probably on the endangered species list, and Id end up in jail. If you tell her, I'll deny saying this  , but If anyone wants a free tough old bird for their stewpot, email me quick! I will require you to sign a waiver relieving me of all responsibility for what she does to you.  PS- Bring a whip and a chair.
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Fender
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Jun 7 @ 12:26PM
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 That sounds like one tough hen!
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ragtopcookie
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Jun 7 @ 12:52PM
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i remember years ago at a keeger party out in the country.......we ended up staying the nite there...well the next morning when we tried to leave a big rooster wouldnt let us out the back door.....everytime we tried he came at us..... so me being hung over and pissed off because i only wanted to go home.....i timed it just right when he came at me....i slammed the screen door into him and knocked him out into the yard.....had just enough time to run to my car before he came at me again.....and i guess i should have went ahead and went...but i just couldnt resist the fun ...of chasing that bastard around the farm yard with my car......so much for the attack rooster......cookie
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jers04
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Jun 7 @ 12:56PM
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How about chicken noodle soup?.............
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beachnutRU
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Jun 7 @ 1:02PM
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Chickens are a way of life roaming the streets in Key West it seems there are always Biddies following the momma hens across the road they are a lot of fun to watch.
Some of them fit the description you give here. They are wacko...!!!!
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kattsmeow
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Jun 7 @ 4:24PM
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She needs a Rooster,,, 
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Jankia
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Jun 7 @ 7:06PM
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The plan was to eat the rooster Katts,one of them anyway,but it looks like I'll be plucking that old hen for supper some night.
Disclaimer...Brenda knows well all my evil intentions when it comes to food.
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mik48
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Jan 16 @ 1:48PM
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That's absolutely hilarious. Great job at writing that blog. Hugs Michael
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