Watch ‘Em Fly


I wish I’d gotten a video of this, but there’s very little warning! Glory Bee lifts her tail, the cow patties start plopping, and the chickens move faster than they’ve ever moved in their lives, flying to the buffet!

Snowstorm here today. I had some technical difficulties on the site yesterday, but everything’s back to normal today, I hope!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on December 21, 2012  

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  1. 12-21

    Awwwwwwwwwww No video???? I am SO disappointed! NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    So this is the basis of the old WV saying “pickin’ sh** with the chickens” :moo: :chicken: :lol:

  2. 12-21

    Aw… what a missed opportunity. Howewver, the chickens seem to sense what’s coming. I’m with dumbcatluvr, the mental image is just fine, thanks!

  3. 12-21

    What a riot! I’ve seen my chickens going for the goat poo. I guess I’m the only one that wished the video had been captured. Unless you’ve seen chickens high-tailin’ it like the devil himself was after them, you haven’t seen something run. :lol:

    Did you just get the rain/thunderstorms the rest of us got, or did it snow?

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