A friend of a friend recently asked me excitedly about having chickens, and it was only after a few minutes of complaining about my really loud, annoying chicken that I realized I was probably turning her off of having chickens of her own. “Err.. but the other five are great. And the eggs… Yay?” And really, for the most part, having chickens has been easy. We’ve been lucky not to deal with predators, we get more eggs than we can eat, even their poop is composting down to add to our garden this year. But man. That chicken.
Or rather, this chicken.
Now, some chicken noise is to be expected. Clucking, chattering, talking chickens. Right after they lay an egg it’s not unusual for them to do the “Dinner’s ready!” call, but otherwise, their noise is background sound. But this hen has taken it upon herself to be the rooster in the absence of an actual rooster, and … well, listen.
She doesn’t stop all.day.long. She screams at dawn, she screams at noon, she screams at dusk. I turned to the chicken forums a while ago to ask about it, and everyone agreed: either get a rooster, or make soup. In one older thread someone recommended segregating her and giving her a week to break, so today Tom and I broke out the old brooder and threw her in there alone. Chicken jail, for unruly behavior. The next step if she’s still screaming will be to offer her on craigslist, and then, if all else fails, we have a traffic cone. Dun dun dunnnnnnn.