Every so often you end up with a chicken who can be defined by the word ….. moxie. I don’t typically name my girls but I may have to name this one. A couple weeks ago (the night of July 4th to be exact) this Rhode Island Red came close to being a late evening snack for a raccoon.
We had spent the day with family at Lake Okoboji and by the time we got home, after the fireworks display, the evening had cooled off nicely. We opened the windows to let some of the cool air in and headed for bed.
We woke, from a deep sleep, to the sound of a chicken squawking in terror. My husband grabbed a flashlight and saw the glowing eyes of a raccoon, who had decided our chicken was extremely edible. He (my husband….not the raccoon) grabbed the gun and headed outdoors.
It didn’t take long and I heard a lot more squawking. My husband came back in the house and told me that, that chicken was one lucky bird. He had found her and put her in the coop with the rest of the girls. He also told me he wasn’t sure what shape she was in, as it was dark and he could see, by the flashlight, there were lots of feathers in the back yard.
When morning came and I went to let the girls out of their coop, I could see red feathers strewn across the yard. I reluctantly opened the door of the coop, dreading what I would see. I was sure I was going to find a dead or half-dead, bloody chicken.
When I did open the door, the flock of hens blew past me like nothing had happened during the night. I peered in the coop and the only girls still in it were the broody ones that will not leave the nesting boxes.
I started hunting my chicken down, as I was curious to see where all those feathers had actually come from. I discovered that she had been plucked on her back and on one of her legs. Amazingly, there wasn’t any broken skin!
My husband has actually started calling this girl, “Drumstick” and I have to agree she kind of looks like a walking drumstick!
I cannot believe she escaped from a raccoon with only losing feathers! I also cannot believe that it has not seemed to slow her down at all. She doesn’t seem in the least traumatized by the whole event. She is living life, like any normal chicken and has her feathers have even started growing back in.
The only difference in her behavior is that she no longer hides outside at night anymore. She now makes it a point to be one of the first girls in the coop when evening comes. Somewhere in her little brain she has figured out that following the rules equals safety.
I have a feeling that we, as people, are often like Drumstick. We like to live on the edge….go where it isn’t safe….and hope for the best. We tend to think that bad stuff will only happen to someone else and we will be okay. Every so often, that bubble is shattered and if we are fortunate, we will make it safely back in the coop.
I am thinking Drumstick, might end up being an awesome object lesson for my grandkids (and for me!). A lesson that there are rules for a reason. A lesson that when bad things happen to you….don’t let it take over your life. Drumstick is a good reminder that one should live, really live, as long as you are alive.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
– Henry Ellis
Drumstick is one smart cookie! Or at least one smart chickie! I wonder how the raccoon fared that evening? They are pushy little fellows…although we had one who lived in our backyard for a few months. He became huge while living in our yard! We finally figured out why…he was chasing away the cats and enjoying a feast every night!
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The raccoons are one of the main reasons that I lock the girls in every night! They would love a chicken dinner. Drumstick was in the habit of hiding outside in the backyard everynight and I could never find her. She has changed her ways!
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What an independent Drumstick you have! I am happy that she decided to change that terrible behavior!
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Lucky she did or she might not still be alive and not survived other wild animals!
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Drumstick! Love that name! It’s amazing how she weathered that attack. We saw a dead raccoon on the road as we walked to the creek this morning. I think he had a run-in with a car.
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I think we have a family of raccoons living in the haymow of our barn. At least, my husband has seen them there.
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I am so glad the chicken is ok-it is just awful when one is hurt too badly. I still miss my chickens!! Mine did have names, Tillie and Hollywood, nellie etc. My neighbor named Susan and I would go to auctions and buy for one another-she brought me the ugliest chicken I had ever seen once-I named that chicken Susan!
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Mine do not usually get names, unless they survive something like this! My grandson, James, named one Henry two years ago. I think the original Henry died that year, but we just choose another to call Henry. We always pick the one that is the tamest and the one that doesn’t mind if James holds them.
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So what is the long-term plan for drumstick? Doesn’t he get to be dinner sooner or later? Pardon my ignorance, but I’m a city boy
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After about three years, laying hens no longer lay reliably. I do replace them every three years…..and yes the old ones do go to the stew pot. That is why I never name them. It makes it too hard. I do have one hen who will die of old age as my sister in law gave her to me 4 years ago and she is one of my favorites (yep, I do have favorites!)
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Great story and glad it had a happy ending, I also think the name suits her🍗🍗🍗
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My husband just called her that the other morning as she strolled by in her search for bugs. It has kind of stuck!
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Bless her chicken heart. Must have been awful. Something recently got 12 of my DnL’s hens and now we are on store eggs. Talk about awful …store eggs. We had our hens behind an electric fence and did great until they started disappearing. Never knew if it was a four foot beast or two. Trail cam didn’t help.
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That is so sad! And yes I agree about the store eggs….they are so pale. My husband calls them anemic.
I would have thought the trail cam idea was great! Can’t believe it didn’t show anything. Shoot.
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Outstretched. Drumstick one lucky chick. Reblogging as I have a perfect new sign for the coop
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Thank you for sharing this post! I am heading over your way to check it out!
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I love to share your posts!!
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Faye
I loved the story of Drumstick and your life lesson.
Two lessons:
1. Keep to the rules- they are there for a reason.
2. If for some reason, you are caught napping and get into trouble, remember tomorrow is another day and move on.
Keeping to the rules does not always keep you safe but most of the time, its true.
I went through this so recently. I used to be proud and arrogant sometimes, that cancer has not hit my family so there is strong genes in the family.
Boom ! My bubble burst and now I am in no place to boast. The thing is this incident has made me closer to God. I am drawing power from our Lord and his word. I am trying to learn the meaning of his word so thoroughly that when next I take a hit, I have a weapon ready. Like your little Drumstick, I am running to the Word as fast as I can and as often as I can. I can’t say I am a better person because of it but I feel better like Drumstick.
Susie
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Susie,
Anytime you run to the Word for strength and answers you will come away a better person…..and stronger! Keep the faith and I will keep praying for you!
Faye aka Chicken Grandma
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Aw, Drumstick is a little trooper! You’re right – he’s a good lesson too! I recently learned how fear can really impact us when, if we faced and survived our fears it made us that much stronger really too. Sorta have a healthy respect like going inside the coop at night but not being fearful so much that you stay in the coop all day either! Great post.
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Thank you so much! It amazed both me and my husband that she bravely ran out of the coop the next morning and is still living her life like nothing happened……other than changing her bad habit of hiding in the backyard at night. Lots to be learned from those girls!
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You would think drumstick would have been terrified!
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I know! She either has a very short memory or has decided life is to short to waste on fear.
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Perhaps a little of both, but I want to think she stared fear in the face and overcame it as a brave little chick!
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I definitely see a moral to this story. Something like: “Never play a game of chicken with a raccoon, especially if you really are a chicken.”
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That is a great moral to the story! I should run these past you first so I have an amazing quote! Love that one.
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Thanks so much for this lesson.. God has been speaking similar words to me.
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You are so welcome Vicki! I am always amazed at what God uses to teach His lessons.
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Poor baby.
A valuable lesson taught and learned – not just for Drumstick, but for us too.
GREAT photos Chicken. Love this post, big time.
Have a blessed rest of your day ~ Cobs. x
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Her feathers are already growing back in! I thought she was just really dirty from dust bathing and took a good look…..nope, a whole bunch of new feathers starting up.
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She’ll be back to modelling on the ‘cat walk’? Nooooo… on the Rooster Runway (lol) very soon, and strutting her stuff proudly.
I’m SO over-joyed that she got away with her life and not too much damage. Thank heavens for waking you both up.
~ C. xxx
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She is back to strutting around already! No lack of confidence with that bird!
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Great story – when we use to have chickens, this happened now and then.
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I knew she was hiding outside at night…but I could never find where she was at.
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Oh I am pleased she escaped! Great lesson too…sometimes it’s better to follow the crowd! 🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔
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In this case it is totally better to follow the crowd! Love those chickens following each other! They just kind of crack me up! (Your little yellow ones)
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I know! I have endless amusement selecting appropriate emojis now I have a new phone! 😸🐔😸🐔😸🐔
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Well….I love them!
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Love, love this post Mrs Faye! What great writing. I love how your words weave into wonderful encouragements/ affirmations of how to deal with life. I adore Drumstick’s moxie! Keep doing what you do; it works!
I’ve been chugging along, busy yet determined to keep up with my blogging community. New internship site and it is wonderful. I’ll blog soon! Keep safe.
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She’s one smart chicken then. And now an example to everyone. I love how you’ve weaved a lesson here. And I’m glad she’s safe. 😊
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Thank you so much! Sometimes those thoughts just hit me and I love to share them.
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