Cute Overload :D
To get out of the rain, obvy. Love the little Peep in the front—looks like she has 16 chicks under thar.
Photographed by Cheryl E. 😀
Omg, that’s so cute. What a great mom
She’s thinking “how old do they have to be before I can ship them off to sleepaway camp?”
So anerable! Wonder if you can snorgle a chicken.
I cannot beLIEVE you are advocating chicken overpopulation. Sixteen babies is SO NOT CUTE!!!1!!ZOMG!!1!1!!!!
… I love how the one in front is all “mom mom mom where we going mom huh huh huh mom will there be ice cream mom mom when are we gonna get there????”
I know there have been a few animals making the news lately for coming with extra legs, but really, this must be a record.
You know, I always did like the legs best. That’s gonna be my new favorite chicken. Looks like you get about, what? 14 legs per bird? That’s awesome.
awww. you know, i never really properly visualized the whole taking-them-under-her-wing concept until now. who knew it was so crowded under there? so many chicken legs!
Aww…what a good chicky mommy! *hugs chicken*
Hens are known to be protective to the extreme. I have seen a hen attack a German Shepherd who had killed on of her chicks. I have also seen a cat chased off by a protective hen. The dirty look the cat gave me when it realized I was about to toss it near a hen.-Woods Walker
very, very nice pic! Good Job
I saw a chicken try and chase away a deer that had wandered close to her chicks. In short, chickens are awesome, and are very friendly and affectionate if you get them young. Chickens=great.
MAN. How does she not accidentally end up kicking one of them? That’s coordination for you.
God I love chickens! They are so cute!
i like the pair of legs attached to the chick under her right wing- sorta by itself prolly wondering what’s going on.
This is the first cute chicken I’ve ever seen. My neighbors used to have chickens and they would attack my kids whenever they went outside (they had no chicks to defend so I can’t give them props for being food mommies). My children took to arming themselves with super-soakers for their own defense and could pot a chicken at 10 yards. It was a sight to be seen.
it reminds me of mother ginger from the nutcracker! *starts humming*
Aaaaaah! That is so adorable… imagine it liike a mini van– the chicks underneath are all inside, nice and warm… and the other one is tied to the hood of the car.
yay! chickens are sooo cute, and this mommy takes the cake. I count at least 7 little ones under there!! and yes, one can snorgle a chicken, though i find they don’t usually like it very much, even when they’re little. plus you get fluffy feathers up your nose 🙂
Awwwww, this is SO awesome!
Eggzactly what I needed today!
Some of those babychickfeet aren’t even touching the ground! LOL!
I can’t wait to get my baby chicks!
Someone else already made the multiple-drumsticks joke…darn…
could there BE any more feets under there?
AWWWWWWWWWWW!!! Lookit that little chick! And SOOOOO many legs!!!
I want to put all the babies in my bathtub and put bows around their necks and kiss them on their beaks and fluff them with mousse and give them mohawks and dress them in t-shirts with skulls.. yup, that is what I want to do.. -sigh-
awwww what a good mom. look at all the little feets! too cute.
That’s a chicken with a kermillion feet!
Kermillion: less than a kazillion, more than a George-Bushian brazillion.
I am very ashamed, but my firsth thought was also something like “Drumsticks for everyone!”
EVOLUTION! 34 LEGS/PAWS/FEET! WHATEVER!
awww, Meg! Chickenses are my FAVORITE! Thank you!
…how can she walk like that?? 😛
So I got engaged recently, and our announcement read as usual until the final sentence: “The couple plans to live in a house with two chickens and a vegetable garden.” Unfortunately I cant have chickens yet, BUT I WILL. 😀
Absolutely Adorable! I’m wondering does a sixteen footed chicken go faster or slower than a 2 footed one?
She who can now die happy after seeing a cute chicken pic.
Where do these pictures COME from!?? Wow! [tip o’the Mad Hat to Cheryl E.]
PS — words I never, ever wish to hear spoken aloud:
hey woods walker why were “tossing the cat” near the chicken. Did you mean you THREW the cat? I hope this was just a typo and that you are not actually hurting cats
Aww, I just sent this one to my mom.
“Are we there, yet?”
“How much farther?”
“We’re almost there”
“You said that umpteen times, Ma”
“Well, you just asked 5 minutes ago!”
“What time is it now?”
“5 minutes from the last time”
“I gotta go!”
“Why didn’t you do that before we left the barn?”
“Are we there, yet?”
Oh! Oh! Oh!
“And Ma, Why does Chicko always get to ride in the front?!”
*squeal* How cute!!!!!
Carlisa – he rides up front cause he yelled “SHOTGUN!” as soon as they left the coop.
Today on Sunday Specials, Henrietta The Hen Plays Biblical Charades — Featured Scripture: Matthew 23:37
Where’s the buffalo sauce?
carlisa- lol – love the “why didnt you go before we left the barn” bit!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought of Mother Ginger!
Maybe this is a barnyard rendition of the Nutcracker!
It’s a Chicka-pede! Qte™!!
Lacey’s Garden- LMAO! Too funny! When I saw this picture the first thing I thought of was “How often I’ve ached to embrace your children, the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings…” from the Message version of the Bible (Matt 23:37). I know, silly…but that’s what I thought of. *kicks at a rock*
Looks like a Mombrella, to me. I love how they are walking in unison….it is poultry in motion!
TWO DRAGONS – I totally hadn’t seen your post before I posted mine. GMTA, huh? 😉
Cracking up @ “Chick-a-pede”.
Hens truly are protective. I just love those chickie feets.
Poultry in Motion! bwahhahahaaahaa!
I love you people. And I dunno why, but I’ve always loved chickens. I’ve told myself that I will get some when I get a house. Hopefully the neighbor kids won’t have to arm themselves with super soakers. That made me giggle, I must admit.
aaawwwww. sooo cute
must have more pics of mommy and babies… isn’t there a rule about that?
Loooooooooooooooooooove it. At my farm we had a big black hen named (so creatively) Henrietta and on sunny days her chicks would ride on her back instead of under her wings. None of our chickens were ever mean…just the roosters.
poultry in motion? hahahahahahaha
it kind of reminds me of the finale of “the mary tyler moore show” — the newsroom buddies all a weeping, hugging cluster — and with all those tears, in desperate need of tissues, which, alas, are on a desk a few feet away. so the sobbing hugfest moves en masse to the kleenex.
BWAAHAHAHA! GMTA indeed, MC2! It’s good to know I’m not the only one that thought of that Scripture!
I wanna be under that wing right now, all warm and safe… *sigh*
This reminds me of the good ol’ days of sneaking extra peepettes into the drive-in movies.
Newlee, I don’t quite think “shotgun” would be the word Chicko would use……
“What, did it grow extra legs and walk away?”
Those aren’t boks…they’re cheep-cheeps! And that just makes them cuter.
I am going to send this picture to my husband in an attempt to make him squee out loud. It just might work. He loves chickens.
No no no, you’ve got it all wrong.
That’s a new breed of two headed and many legged chicken not a mama and bebbehs.
The legs give extra running speed and the extra head is so the chicken can eat and keep watch at the same time.
This photo is amazing! I love this photo! But I’m full of shrimp, mussels and Bloody Mary’s. Why did the whole pack of gum cross the road? Because it was stuck to the chicken’s feets! Bok! Bok! Bzzzzz.
Reg: Of course you can snorgle a chicken! With all that feathery snorgleness!
CROWD SURF!!!!!!! 😀
I haven’t eaten most meat for many many years. As of now, I quite eating chicken. I shall be a true vegetarian once again and forever more.
Has anyone else been to Kauai? They’ve got chickens running free all over the place (we used up the chicken-crossing-road joke within the first hour).
“Honey, get back in here.”
“But ma, its so dang crowded, I can’t breathe! Besides, I have to tell the others…Whoa! Go left! LEFT!!”
chickens don’t cross roads, they don’t know roads exist.
Conrad — it’s a question of philosophy. I’m sure both you & I have walked over plenty of things without noticing them, but they *did* exist, and we *still* kept walking. And if a tree falls in the middle of the forest…
Hens really do make sweet pets, if you hand raise them. They make the cutest purring noises when they are going to sleep. Trouble is, you can’t keep them in the apartment!
okay let’s do a census and count the chickens…. hmmm looks like you have eleventeen babies there
I counted about 20 feet/legs. So that’s about ten chicks. How did Meg get 16?
He he, when we (quite accidentally) hatched a bunch of babies during a heatwave last summer, the negligent biological mother hen continued to show no interest in her lovely buff Orpington brood(the eggs only hatched because it was a nasty heatwave, and didn’t need more than a few moments of sitting and turning). So a lovely little black Australorp took them under her wing. Chickens, at least, are colorblind.
What? No Chernobyl Chicken jokes?
To question why the chicken crossed the road is to deny the chicken within you, within us all. For, what is the sound of one chicken crossing? Bleen, we must transcend our own chicken nature. Then ask, to cross or not to cross, that is the question.
I just want to know if any of them are like my kids were when they were little? “Mom, are we there yet? How much longer do we have to go? Mom, I have to pee! Are we there yet?”
i lurve the sheeekins! i would feed ours everyday and they would sit on my feetsies while i got their food and water ready… sigh…. i lurve dem.
aw… sweetest scene ever!
Hey, it’s the Vernal Equinox Parade!
This totally reminds me of marching in parades as a kid where we’d all be under a paper tarp marching as a centipede or a dragon with a zillion (I will not quote W here) legs. When we passed the judging stands we’d try to do a unisonal high kick. Ow. Try that, my little chickies!
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
Carlisa – “arms against a sea of troubles”? No no no – those are “legs beneath a sea of chickens”. Unfortunately the Bard never got around to writing the sequel to that play, which was supposed to have been called chick-let.
And can someone please explain to me what “bleen” means?
what a soccermom.
swimming, soccer, oboe, ballet, and last but not least karateeeeyah
TJ——“BLEEN”, just IS, and will always be.
I miss my chicken! I got a fuzzy baby chick when I was 10 yrs old. Living in suburbia. One day, months later, I discovered a huge pile of eggs that she’d been laying! Evey day after that for the rest of her life she laid one egg a day. I loved that chicken. I love this picture!
So funny. So adorable. Monday morning at 08:52, work starts in 10 minutes, and I’m now feeling GOOOOOOOOOD!
buurrrrrrrrrrk burrrrrrrrk bokbokbok
My parents paid mega bucks to buy chooks from battery farmers.. and they have all had their beaks snipped off so as not to peck each other in the cages. Poor babies! Now they are so tame and grateful they come running up to you like fluff-mongers and they peck your gumboots lovingly. Cheekens = amazing.
Aww that is so cute.
Unfortunately many people think of chickens as walking drumsticks but they are also lovable and funny bundles of feathery mischief!
I don’t know, genetic engineerings got out of hand. I suppose this is sponsored by Colonel Sanders.
TJ – First of all, Carlisa is teasing you. Since you asked first, I would like to be the first to explain. My first thought is, in the first place, that if I don’t succeed at first, you will be the first to know. Now, Theo, take it to first.
Wow, Purdue has outdone themselves this time. 🙂
Pyrit — um… take what where? We’re like at comment #91 now.
Hmmph… there is just one chick head in sight, yet the whole underbelly of the mommy is full of legs – where are they hiding?
I’m sure TJ knows I was playing. I don’t have a clue what *bleen* means (and not so sure anyone does!)
Carlisa – Yes, I know you were playing and so was I. And I agree, TJ surely knows too. I just wanted ways to use the word first. 🙂
pyrit—Pull my finger~!
OH NOES CARLISA!
DO NOT RELEASE TEH BROCCOLIS!
sorry — been hanging out at ICanHasCheezburger.com — am better now
Sorry T., but it’s the only way.
oh my gosh!!!
now that’s a real mother!