Quotes About Chickens

We have a big garden; there's a swimming pool, and we keep chickens. I love them. I love getting up in the morning and collecting the eggs.

The kitchen went so quiet that I could hear the grease dropping from the chickens on the spit. Not a sound else was to be heard except the littler sounds of the new paint finding homes in the cracks, and the table getting comfortable on the new tiles, and the chair resting itself, and my breath coming slow and steady and making

Just his luck he was related to this grubby old dude. He hoped all sons of Neptune didn't share the same fate. First, you start carrying a man satchel. Next thing you know, you're running around in a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, chasing chickens with a weed whacker.

First, you start carrying a man satchel. Next thing you know, you're running around in a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, chasing chickens with a weed whacker.

Admittedly, there was an element of counting chickens before they hatched involved in my "next couple of minutes" prediction, since there were still plenty of places that bodies could be hidden. Or, for that matter, sitting out in the open with "Surprise!" written on the floor in their blood. But like I've always said, it's easier to count eggs that are just lying there in the nest than baby chickens that are running all over the place.

Man, they got mosquitoes 'round this place big enough to rape a chicken.

The chickens look so plump and contented even in death that you imagine they offered themselves up for sacrifice proudly, after competing among themselves in life to see who could become the moistest and the fattest.

I is reading it hundreds of times,' the BFG said. 'And I is still reading it and teaching new words to myself and how to write them. It is the most scrumdiddlyumptious story.' Sophie took the book out of his hand. 'Nicholas Nickleby,' she read aloud. 'By Dahl's Chickens,' the BFG said.

Chickens are annoying. Is that why people eat them? My sister is annoying, but nobody eats her.

In fact, we owe the expression "pecking order" to studies of the social relations among chickens by the Norwegian zoologist Thorleif Schjelderup-Ebbe, who found that pecking orders are ladderlike, with the top rung conferring great privilege in the form of food and safety, and the bottom rung fraught with vulnerability and risk.

Feeding the chickens was one of his favorite chores of the day—he enjoyed the way they greeted him with clucks and coos, the warmth of the eggs taken from the nest boxes. The chickens gave them so much and asked for so little in return.

I must remember to say a prayer for all those noble chickens that have died for my honor this day." "You'll be eating some of them at the banquet.

The living werewolves have genuine needs and desires, which, though they may oppose ours, are valid. Even if they want to eat humans, you can't really call them evil, any more than mice can call cats evil, or chickens can call humans evil. It's all just a matter of where you're standing.

Why?" Kieran grinned. "'Cause you can't dance, it's too wet to plow, and it's a little windy to be stacking chickens.

If I associate with chickens, I will learn to scratch at the ground and squabble over crumbs. If I associate with eagles, I will learn to soar to great heights. I am an eagle. It is my destiny to fly.

I was born in the Chinese year of the rooster, so maybe that explains my affinity with chickens.

To make extra money, my parents would sell eggs and chickens. I was very little. I remember a chicken's head being chopped off with the chicken running around. I wasn't sure if my imagination was running away with me or if it really happened. It really happened.

I will miss the horses, said Beauty a little wistfully. Perhaps you will become fond of the goat, said Jeweltongue. Or even the chickens. Does one ever grow fond of chickens? said Beauty dubiously. Perhaps the goat.

Aunt and Katriona kept a few chickens, but the only other domestic animal they had—if either "domestic" or "had" was applicable—was Flinx, their not-a-house-cat. He was presently a fat tortoiseshell puddle sprawled in the sunlight a few rows over. Since he was only crushing a few nonessential greens, which would regrow anyway, they let him be.

process. It's as beneficial, on its own level, as the hybridization of different strains of maize or chickens.

Like chickens drinking, the students lifted their eyes towards the distant ceiling.

If I wanted to eat all the protein I need from food, I would have to eat something like 10 chickens per day. That is impossible.

I am largely worried about wingless chickens. I feel this is the time for me to fulfill myself by stepping in and saving the chicken but I don't know how exactly since I am not bold. I only know I believe in the complete chicken. You think about the complete chicken for a while.

I grew up on a farm. The worst-looking chickens are the best layers. The ones that are the scraggliest... those are usually the ones that are really cooking.