The Crazy Chicken Lady Gazette Vol 1, No 1

Bringing you all the chicken poop that’s fit to print, and some as what ain’t.


The Great Chicken Kerfuffle

Summer brings gardening, fruits and vegetables and this summer the neighbors went into high gear. They have a half acre laid out in corn, beans, squash and tomatoes! It is quite the extravaganza with three families working and eating the produce.

Enter Miss Dixie, our wild little hen who lives in the trees and eats what she pleases, mostly bugs and seeds she finds, and the occasional flushing cheek of the largest most promising tomatoes in their garden, not mine…

Very recently, this caused the Mr. from next door to come over and firmly voice his complaints about said little white chicken. I quickly apologized and went on to explain Miss Dixie’s situation.

You see sir, Miss Dixie was one of several chickens who were attacked and damaged by a neighbors dogs in 2011. She being the only survivor, went rogue. Taking to the trees to roost by night and the field to forage by day. This worked out well for me because she came home to lay her eggs with the other hens and pick up a bite or two and then she continued her foraging for the day.

I further explained to him that I understand his concerns.  I told him,  “I will try to catch her, but make no promises because of my arthritis.  If I can’t catch her then we’ll figure something out.”

He acquiesced and went home.

Previous to this incident (last year in April, and right before my knee surgery) I had to get rid of my chickens because Bob wouldn’t have time to care for them, and I couldn’t manage the job at all. As well, our other neighbor had called to complain that my chickens were scratching up all her sons newly planted seeds and could I please catch them and pen them up! I told her not to worry, and that I planned to get rid of my chickens anyway. I managed to catch every one but Miss Dixie. So now it is the day before my surgery and I still haven’t caught her. I called the neighbor and said, I’m sorry but Miss Dixie is a wild chicken and I can’t catch her. If she’s too much bother then tell your husband to use her for target practice! To which she replied,


Originally, we were told by this particular neighbor who owns all the land and houses on our street except two, ours and the people across the street, that our chickens were delightful and it wasn’t a problem to let them free range in their pasture. As the land usage has changed I have tried to respond accordingly.

The surprise in all of this is now their renters, the Mr. whose tomatoes were accosted, have about 50 chickens of their own. Yes, really! So when his nephew came to the door and complained about Miss Dixie again, Bob told him that we had asked their landlord to make good on our previous suggestion as to what to do about Miss Dixie, and that he didn’t want to hear anymore about the subject! Sigh…

Apparently, this upset said Mr. and his family, and now suddenly they want to take Miss Dixie, clip her wings and put her in a chicken run.

Miss Dixie is wild, I told them. She is old and won’t take well to captivity, I said. Yet, they were adamant that if they clipped her wings and put her in with their chickens then it would work. That was two weeks ago. Day before yesterday, they let all their chickens out.

Miss Dixie slept in her tree that night. 😉

She has not put a toenail nor pinfeather in their yard on either day, although she may in future…

I do hope they have the sense not to come knocking on our door again as regards Miss Dixie.


Miss Dixie and RC in happier times.

* “But… it’s only a little bunny!”

Tonight while putting the chickens away I saw Little Bit chasing after something…

It was a little rabbit about 5 or 6 inches long and she nearly got it until Bob stepped in.  I walked over to where Bob was pointing at the base of the tree and there it was, with its little head stuck into the crotch of the tree’s roots.  Gently I reached down and scooped it up.  Immediately it started wriggling in my hands and I held on just a bit tighter.

So furry and soft with little ears that framed its face.  I looked into its eyes and saw fear.  I’m sorry little one.

Nearing the fence I was just about to bend down and push it back through, when it began to scream!  Apparently it could no longer contain its fear.  How can such a little creature make such a big scream?

Surprised, Bob asked, “Did he make that noise?”

“Yup,” I answered.

The look of surprise on his face was priceless!

I wondered why it’d come into the yard.  They hadn’t done it before.  Then it hit me!  It was the horses.  They have eaten everything but the honeysuckle vine out back… there is not even one clover, nor one blade of grass for even the littlest of bunnies to eat.

If I have identified him correctly he’s a baby Sylvilagus floridanus or Eastern Cotton Tail Rabbit.  Glad I saved him from the cat!

(Picture is borrowed today, click photo to follow link to owner!)

I hope he makes it!

Warning,  The following is a bit alarming if you aren’t prepared for it!

Didn’t think a bunny makes a sound?   Well, click   HERE  and listen to how the little guy can sound his displeasure! 

*(The title is a quote taken from Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

This Misty Morning

I wake up to see Bob off to work with a sleepy hug,  and then with a kiss he’s off.   Looking out the window I watch him drive into the darkness…

Lingering I gaze through the glass as morning comes.   Slow and sleepy it creeps only to be met with mist and fog.  Turning from the window I throw on a jacket to break the chill and go out to do morning chores.  As I open chicken hutches, throw scratch, and greet the geese, the haze begins to burn off and reveal my surroundings.

What awaits me is a dreamy visage of this pastoral life.

Out behind us we have new neighbors who’ve been moved in just this week.

Content to be in new surroundings they chew grass

ignoring me as I spy on them.

I turn away from the fence to go in and chance to see Little Bit entranced with something up the tree…

The chattering tells me it is a little squirrel.   The anger in its chirruping sound tells me it is none too happy about being watched so intently.

Rounding the corner of the house my gaze finds…

the garden’s scarecrow.

Standing limp and faded she gives testament

to a hot, harsh summer we all survived…

The memory of which will also fade,

when fall gives way to winter.

But for now…

The season is dry grass with a slow burn consuming the leaves of the trees.

Conversations over the fence

Remember the cartoon in the Sunday paper by Don Keane called “Family Circus?”  If you do, you will recall that often he would show Billy’s day by tracking it in dotted lines across the illustration.

Well, when I watch my geese and their antics each day I think of Family Circus.  You see my acre of yard is divided across the back into three sections with gates to access each section.  I move the geese from section to section on a three-day rotation, because no matter how much I love them, let’s face it, they are very messy creatures!

The third section is the chicken yard and it has a gate into the pasture behind us.  Now this is the fun part of their week!  They can chase the chickens, invade their run to raid the chicken food, go out into the pasture and run and honk to their heart’s content.  Often when I look out my dining room window I will catch them lined up along the back fence looking in at me.  If they notice me looking back they will begin to honk loudly and carry on to entice me to come say,  “Hey!” and chat awhile.

But it is the early morning on chicken yard days that is the most fun!  I let them out of the barn and lure them to the chicken yard with a scoop of grain for breakfast and a clean bucket of water to chase it down.  Then, it’s off to the pasture to run and visit the neighbor on the other side.

They love my neighbor because she feeds them only her choicest weeds over the fence and she will stand there and talk to them for up to 15 minutes or more.  I assume the conversations to be about the weather, weeds, and other topics of interest to a goose, but I can’t be sure…

Whatever it is they discuss I sense the geese are never ready for the conversation to end so soon, because they always begin to honk and chatter when she leaves them to go inside…


*  In researching the Family Circus I found out that the dotted lines are actually called a “Billy Path.”   FUN!

For more information on Family Circus, or just to satisfy your curiosity if you aren’t familiar with Billy, you will find it here: