The coop was a comfortable 48°F - warm enough to keep the eggs from freezing, but cold enough that the chickens didn't get shocked by the temperature change when they went out of the coop.
The chickens liked their new run, which was purposely left full of weeds.
Until I was ten years old, my family lived in rural east Texas.
I have chickens and horses.
How about a few chickens instead?
The chickens need to be fed and watered.
Besides, they're almost done with the chicken house and then we'll be transferring the chickens to it.
So I say the horses and chickens are mine and Alex says the other animals are his.
She jerked the door open, sending frightened chickens flopping against the coop walls.
After feeding and watering the chickens, she gathered the eggs and headed for the house.
The chickens were next on her routine.
She always laughed when the chickens fought each other over it.
After that the chickens needed to be fed and she needed to get that chevon roast in the oven so it would be ready for lunch.
Something was after the chickens - probably that dad-burned skunk again.
The rest of the chickens were flogging all over the tiny coop, bouncing off the walls in a state of panic.
As Carmen glanced around the coop for something to use as a weapon, one of the chickens ricocheted off the wall and hit her head.
If it isn't the skunks and opossum killing the chickens, it's the weeds taking over the garden.
The chickens fought for position in the tiny coop door as they watched her pour a bucket of water into the tire.
Now he'll get a taste for chickens and start raiding my hen house every night.
We turned the chickens lose so they could fend for themselves.
By the time the chickens were fed the day was getting hot.
Maybe Alex could feed his animals, but the chickens, Princess, and Casper were still her responsibility.
Once they moved the chickens, there would be no reason to walk down to the farm every day.
I'll bring a couple of cages home from work tomorrow, so we can catch the chickens and bring them all up here at once.
"I don't mind walking down and getting the chickens a few at a time," she said.
The next afternoon, when Alex got off work, they transferred the chickens to the new shed without incident.
Once the chickens were happy in their pen, she turned to Alex.
She filled a plastic bowl with water for the chickens and hauled buckets of water to the horses and buffalo.
After she finished dishes, she watered the chickens and added water to the horse tank.
In the number of chickens (13,562,302 in 1900) the state ranked fifth, and in the number of ducks, geese and turkeys (1,299,044 in 1900), ranked first.
Among other game birds are prairie-chickens, ducks, geese, swan, brant, sandhill crane and snipe.
15), a compound spike, as in rye-grass, a compound spadix, as in some palms, and a compound capitulum, as in the hen-and-chickens daisy.
Strict discipline was maintained, soldiers being hanged for stealing chickens; faith was always kept; and short, sharp action was more merciful in the long run than a milder but less effective policy.
The wild turkey, once abundant, was near extermination in 1886, and prairie chickens (pinnated grouse) have also greatly diminished in number.
Prairie chickens (pinnated grouse), pheasants and wild turkeys, all very common as late as 1880, are no longer to be found save in remote and thinly-settled districts.
Within the church are the iron crown of Lombardy, supposed to have been beaten out of one of the nails used at the Crucifixion, and the treasury containing the relics of Theodelinda, comprising her crown, fan and comb of gold, and the golden hen and seven chickens, representing Lombardy and her seven provinces, and crosses, reliquaries, &c., of the Lombard and Gothic periods.
There is a general tendency to obesity, which is much admired by the Moors in their women, young girls being stuffed like chickens, with paste-balls mixed with honey, or with spoonfuls of olive oil and sesame, to give them the necessary corpulence.
He also found that chickens that had been given meal moistened with quinine and placed upon glass slips banded black and yellow, afterwards refused to touch meal moistened with water and spread upon the same slips, although they had previously eaten it with readiness off plain coloured slips.
With two exceptions, these chickens that had learnt to associate black and yellow banding with a bitter taste also refused to touch the caterpillar of the cinnabar moth (Euchelia jacobaeae), which is banded with these colours.
Chickens are raised in large numbers, and poultry-keeping has developed greatly since the opening of the 20th century.
Goats and chickens run wild.
The disaster was commonly attributed to Claudius's treatment of the sacred chickens, which refused to eat before the battle.