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The Chicken Story: or, Why a Sedan is Better than a Coupe

4/3/2012

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Many years ago I was living in the suburbs with seven salukis. So I saved my dimes and bought my first house in the country, the one with 15 park-like acres so the salukis could run (semi) free and happy. I saved more dimes and worked like a manual laborer to fence and cross-fence the property so again, the salukis could cavort and enjoy their freedom.

Shortly after getting the fencing up I was driving along a nearby dirt run when a chicken ran across it. Why did the chicken cross the road? Inquiring minds wanted to know, so I stopped the car and followed the chicken to an abandoned farmhouse, where it was sitting on some eggs in a nest. The chicken was panting, and there was no water or anything chicken-friendly around. I took the chicken, eggs and nest home. My first chickens!

The eggs hatched. The house had eight kennel runs that the dogs didn’t use so we fenced the whole kennel in and put the chickens in it. Alas, this was not good enough for the chickens. As chickens are wont to do, they wanted more. Soon the chickens had the run of the 15 acres. Bobby (one of our salukis) killed the first one. By the way, tying a dead chicken to the dog by a rope, as suggested by Albert Payson Terhune, does in no way disgust the dog or cure him of chicken killing, but instead provides him bragging rights and moreover, provides immense entertainment to the other dogs when the chicken-dragger runs. I know this from first-hand experience. It also does not work well with doggie-doors or indoor-outdoor dogs.

The dogs continued to chase the chickens. This was no casual chicken chasing, but all-out catch-a-chicken-or-die-trying chicken chasing. Soon we had a dwindling chicken population and the dogs were confined to the house yard. The chickens had the run of the remaining 13 or so very expensive chicken acres. Even then, the chickens were not safe, as evidenced by the time I heard squawking and ran out to discover Patia lying down in the house yard with Rusty (the rooster) pinned beneath her paws as she methodically plucked him while he screamed.

This was not working out as planned. 
 
So we put an ad in the paper to find the chickens a good home. We did not get many calls, but we finally found the chickens a home where we were assured they would live free and be pets. They lived nearby, so we could drive by and see them after we placed them. They were in a small coop at first---just until they acclimated, assured the new owners. But after two weeks, surely they'd had time to acclimate. 

Thus it was we knocked on their door one day and demanded our chickens back because "they were not being kept in the manner to which they'd become accustomed." Yes, we actually used those words. The man stared as though he had to translate what we'd said, then blurted out, "They're chickens!" To his credit he helped us catch them.  

We probably should have thought ahead a little more before pulling in and demanding our chickens. But we had not. So we loaded the now down to eight chickens into our mercedes sedan, where they fluttered about the back seat (and everywhere else) until we got home and let them go in the yard again. Regardless, a sedan was better than a coop. 

Life returned to normal, with the dogs restricted to the house yard and occasionally killing a chicken until we found the chickens another home. This home did keep them as pets and they lived free and--um, well, kind of short--lives, as they were picked off by owls and raccoons and such. 

People ask why we don't breed much. I just tell them the chicken story.


6 Comments
Brett Deutsch
4/3/2012 11:00:46 am

As usual, thanks for the laugh. It is always good to know that someone is looking out for stray chickens. Some how surprised y'all didn't research Chicken Ranches. Now that would be a story!

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Sharon
4/5/2012 12:02:23 am

As I recall Caroline, Baja loved our canary, Birdlett, as well!

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becky danu
4/5/2012 11:57:44 pm

what a fun story. Sounds like the ponies i have in my backyard thst were supposed to be miniture horses. They are about 5 ft. Tall. One i cant catch as she is wild.

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Bob Midwood link
4/23/2012 01:54:31 am

You really tied the dead chicken to the dog? That brought a smile to my face......... With the salukis's being hunters, and the chickens being pray, I don't think you guys did the poor chickens any favors.

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cc
4/23/2012 04:13:33 am

Ah yes, those there the days of naive new country dwellers...which reminds me of another chicken story! This time, I was visiting somebody who was breeding to my male dog, Baha. Her saluki, by the way, was good with their chickens. So was Baha. They were good with their sheep...wait a minute, I'm just going to post this as chicken story part 2!

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Bob Midwood link
4/23/2012 10:25:48 am

I look forward to reading it.




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    Caroline Coile

    Dog writer, science geek, Saluki savant and communicator of all things dog. I'm concerned about hereditary health problems,  the decline of purebred dogs and the changing climate of dog ownership. I compete with my Salukis in conformation, agility, lure coursing and obedience. I write about science, breeds, health and competitions---and I don't believe in blindly folllowing the accepted dogma of the dog world.

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