Thursday, October 29, 2009

At Least Laura Ingalls knew how to carry a chicken

I have decided that everyone here has a pet- horses, pigs, dogs, cats, chickens, etc. etc. My poor city kids have had a few pet fish fish over the years. For the last 3 months they have enjoyed their preying mantis named "Cricket". I have been thinking maybe we should try to fit in here and get ourselves a chicken coop. Of course, I like my eggs to be white, and come in a Styrofoam container. ( great for crafting you know)

As you can guess, it is starting to get pretty chilly here in the Arctic so it was time the chickens at the boys school moved from there happy summer home to their winter quarters. Ben was asked to help carry the chickens through the school. When he got halfway to his goal, the chicken he was carrying became "violent" and started pecking at him. Now, Ben not having a lot of experience with pecking chickens and not enjoying the confrontation, dropped the chicken. Then a chase ensued involving Ben running through the halls. Finally, he was aided by a teacher who heard the chicken from her room. Eventually, Mrs. Lodge caught the chicken. Ben was then told to go back through the school and pick up all the feathers.

I think we will stick with insects and fish.

Here is Ben, and his Evanston Cousins at the chicken coop


  1. My experience with chickens growing up allowed me to understand two things about them. One - they are crazy. Two - they are cannibals who love to dine on dropped eggs. They are also icky. I prefer eating them to smelling, looking at or caring for them.

  2. I would have dropped it too! I've never been pecked by a violent chicken, nor do I care to be! Your new iPhone is on its way.