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Chicken Yoga

On a not typical day, by 8:30 A.M.

I baked a loaf of bread and started a second one.

I baked a batch of cookie bars.

  I put beans and a ham bone in the crock pot for dinner.

I opened up the farm stand and set up the displays and filled the cooler with eggs.

  I met two customers and did a farm tour with them.

  I fed the dogs and the cats.

I let the chickens out to free range.

And.

I spent a half hour rescuing a rooster that had hanged himself.

 

 

 

 

 

Stanley recovering from the hanging.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stanley my special old crooked rooster has been having seizures for the past year – most likely as a result of all the injuries that he has sustained over the years.

If y’all have followed along, you know that Stanley is a hero, he has lived through more life-threatening events saving his flock than a rooster should have to live through.  There have been multiple fox and dog attacks, as well as hawks, snakes and other roosters.

He is beyond pathetic looking with patches of bare spots, no tail feathers and permanently bent over not to mention most of his comb is gone from frostbite and is just a bunch of nubs.

 I call him my handsome roo.  You know beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that stuff.

Apparently at some point during the night he had one of his seizures and lost his footing and manage to slip through the roosting bars and had hanged himself upside down and was stuck.  By the morning when I let everyone out for the day, he was near death.  His color was blue and it didn’t look good for him.

It took a lot of finagling for me to get him back through the bars and upright.  I had to get up on a ladder, which once I finally had a grip on him and upright in my arms, I fell backward off the ladder over the trash cans that hold the feed and into the wall and down on to the 25-pound feeder.  I managed to keep a firm grip on Stanley so he didn’t take any of the impact from the fall.  I lay there amidst the broken feeder, spilled food, chicken poop and at least 50 chickens that had circled me and were squawking and clucking like it was the end of the world, which set the peacock off and he started screaming bloody murder.  The dog stood there licking at me  – it was a comedy right for the taking.

  I think I knocked myself silly, I didn’t move for the longest time.  I kept a firm grip on Stanley while the chickens jumped up on me and pecked at me to get up. Or were they trying to peck at the food that had spilled under me?  Once I finally got up I just stood there holding poor Stanley praying he would be ok.

Stanley has once again lived through a harrowing experience.

I’m bruised from head to toe and my pride is a slight bit screwed.

Recently, I learned that Goat Yoga is a thing.

  Yep, people pay money to go to farms so that they can do yoga around goats.  I read where one farm out on the west coast has a 1500+ person waiting list.

  So whilst, I was splayed out on the ground with those said 50 some chickens jumping up and down on me, I got to thinking.

Chicken Yoga.

Here at the farm.

Yes, folks can bring their yoga mats out to the farm enjoy some zen and be one with the chickens.

Maybe I did knock myself silly…

Y’all have a good week.

 

That’s all for today.

 

28 thoughts on “Chicken Yoga

  1. This is not good. You are following in the chicken footsteps of Stanley and starting to have your own misadventures. Glad both of you are okay. Them city folks might really enjoy chicken yoga. Get them in touch with their inner chicken. Worth a try.

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  2. Sounds like a heck of a fall…glad you aren’t more than bruised! Poor Stanley, but what a trooper to have survived once more. Your chickens are beautiful, I always enjoy your wonderful photos so very much. Hope your weekend improves. Much love, peace and blessings to you and yours.

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    1. Hi Sara you always lift my spirits with your kindness – thank you. Every day we say we can’t believe Stanley is still with us. I just finished given him some lovin’ And treats. Hugs and all to you. Xo kim

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  3. I had to smile, despite your misfortune, but saving Stanley made your day. I like how homey and cozy everything looks and I had a mental picture of you on the floor, clutching Stanley, with the chickens fretting around you (nah, they were worried about you, not trying to get at seed underneath you). Gee, I never knew that roosters have nine lives like cats do!

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    1. Oh gosh Linda – we call him Stanley Roo of Nine Lives – so many incidents he has lived through. You had to smile or laugh as I did after it was all said and done. I think many folks think of chickens as just being a chicken, when really if you treat them like living beings that deserve respect and love you will find they aren’t any different than any other pet. You give love you get it back, they are highly motivated by food but yes, I think there was a genuine concern for me. Or maybe it was a concern if there was something wrong with me – who was gonna feed them! All good here. xo kim

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      1. It was such a cute post Kim and I enjoyed it and passed it along to a few of my blogger friends who I knew would also enjoy reading about your escapade. I know I have seen pictures or maybe videos of chickens who are like family pets and one was of a chicken who ran to meet his master at the end of the road when the school bus came. I don’t know if you are too young to remember the “Lassie” TV program, or maybe you’ve seen it on reruns, but that is what Timmy’s collie Lassie would do every night – meet him at the school bus. Stanley certainly deserves a few more lives for being such a hard worker and tending to his charges. I spent my morning with geese, swans, ducks and seagulls – went down to the Detroit River for a change of pace, even though I ended up at Council Point Park. It is nice to visit, but not really a walking trail, and, it was beautiful and sunny here … it makes you forget that it was only 25 degrees. Brrrr!

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      2. Linda – I have seen that video of the chicken running to his little friend – love it. And yes, old enough to remember Lassie and fond memories of shows that taught morals and had limited violence – shame we don’t have more of that these days. Sheesh – I sound like an old lady! Loved your visit to the Detroit River and the photos. xo kim

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      3. Kim – I’ve also seen pictures of chickens cuddling with their owners. I am on Twitter as I like to follow the weather reports, especially for severe weather, and one of the meteorologists is great about posting updates all day long (I’m a “weather worrier”). I don’t follow much on Twitter but like “I Love Nature” and they have the cutest videos and pictures … I could watch them all day long. I loved Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, Gentle Ben and Flipper back in the day. There were good and wholesome shows – and I sound like an old lady too, but it is true. Kids would love those shows and gain a respect and appreciation for animals, domestic or otherwise. I had a blast there yesterday – I went back in January and it is so close to home and I’d never been there. I heard a fellow walker at the Park where I walk talking about all the eagles on Mud Island and I had to go. Then went back again with the binoculars for a better look – wow. P.S. – I also loved the James Herriot books as well – that old country vet. Made me smile with his stories.

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  4. Chicken yoga – you’re not selling it well, Kim! You are obviously a lark and had such an impressive start to the day before it all went awry. I hope the bruises are fading and that Stanley will not attempt to hang himself again.

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    1. Well, I’ve always said I wasn’t any good at marketing! I know right, the morning started off so productive, but once I had the “event” with Stanley the rest of the day was all about sitting quietly and trying to pretend like it did happen. I’ll have to work on selling that Chicken Yoga… thanks for popping and leaving your thoughts. xo kim

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  5. Kim! What an ALMOST unfortunate event! For both you and dear, brave Stanley…so, so relieved this misadventure ended with an ‘all’s well that ends well’ ending. I have to admit I was on the EDGE of my chair reading your vivid description and very worried this was not going to be the case… WHEW. And I have no doubt they were all panic stricken to see their beloved mother and stalwart protector in such a predicament (and can easily imagine the dialogue that ensued : ) Wishing you both a complete recovery– and a long, quiet spell! PS Your recipes were wonderful, Kim!!!!

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    1. Ah D.A. on the mend as though nothing ever happened. Dialogue indeed – those sweet looking girls have some strong language – especially when it comes to food! Speaking of food – so glad you enjoyed the recipes. Yay!

      Speaking of enjoying – I’m enjoying reading The fantastic Tails of Sammy and Mr. Chips – big adventures. I’m a slow reader… I’ll be sharing with my readers here later… xo kim

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  6. Oh dear Stanley-I love that bird. I love you too-so please be careful on ladders and things. There is nothing so comforting as holding a feathered beastie-I have learned so much about love from my geese.

    When I was 15 years old, I broke my right ankle when I fell. I was chasing my pet chicken Fluffy around the corner of the house-didn’t see a patch of ice. Somehow chickens and calamity seem to go together!!!

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    1. Debra – I know you know all about the feathery love – it is special. I like the story about Fluffy, not the broken ankle part though. You are so right, chickens and calamity do go together. Charles found the ice while herding Mr. Peacock, Papaya and I found it getting the girls in one night – we both did splits – and we are too old to be doing splits! xo kim

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    1. Lisa – you guys have been around for all of the big adventures Stanley Roo has had. I don’t want him to have any more bad incidents, but I sure hope he lives on for a long time, I’m pretty attached to him – a rooster – who knew? xo kim

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  7. It’s a few days later and I’m hoping your pain has lessened and your bruises faded. What a descriptive mishap. I feel like I fell with you!
    We have had roosters that would fall asleep cooing on our shoulders and others that forever chased you up the apple tree. I love chickens!

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  8. I am so glad you found Stanley right on time. What a lifesaver you are! You must have panicked seeing your handsome roo hanging. Thank goodness you two are now safe. And of course, we can never tell, maybe one day Chicken Yoga becomes the newest yoga trend.

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