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Hey, speaking of Cuckoos. What’s become of your pet troll Oceana? Did they revoke his day-room privileges?

Oh, I saw him around not long ago. Pretty sure he also posts using a Cyrillic nick.

I’ve never understood why he commented here. Nobody paid him much attention, which is usually the purpose of a troll. I came to the conclusion he was a genuine nutcase.

Also, I’d like three of those birds. Black feathers. I will name them Joey, Dee-Dee and Johnny.

Makes you wonder why they were bred to look that way in a time when food production was more valuable than a fancy lookin’ chikken.

Well, it makes me wonder, anyway.

There are some great old (new) BBC Playhouse videos on youtube. I’ve been watching Cousin Bette (1971). What a treat with some of my favorite actors:

Margaret Tyzack – Great actress!
Tom Baker – Stoaty’s neighbor
Helen Mirren – Always naked…

They are sooo beautiful! Remember the actress Carol Channing? She used to wear these wild, exotic feathered hats in the 60s and 70s. Every time I see chickens with gorgeous feathered topknots, I think of them as Carol Channing Chickens.

http://imgur.com/gallery/0DlPSJe

My sister has 8 of them, 7 girls and a rooster. All of them a stunning lacy gray, the girls are lovely. Sampson, the rooster is a loud, obnoxious boy and I love him so much!

And how does she deal with chikken bangs?!

“…Whatever they keep in that thing, it’s probably not brains.”

My thought, almost precisely, upon first sight of that Mme.Pompadour-of-the-Chooks-World…for whatever reason, that whole feathery-topknot effect puts me in mind of a cross between Phyllis Diller – she used to sport fright-wigs, on occasion, that were a scream! – and Cruella DeVille (of the Disney Dalmatians thingy)…

Chooks of almost any sort, of course, are bags of fun (in general) to observe, ‘specially from somewhat of a distance – at one and the same time, they are (generally-speaking again, and as an overall critter-breed – there are some individual exceptions, based on observation) the second-stoopidest birds in existence (led only by the “fully-domesticated” farm/ranch-bred turkey – and that not by much). There’s strong-enough evidence available to advance the view that, were it not for the interventions of humans, chickens would have either extensively-evolved into something else altogether or died off entirely, long ago – good thing for them that their eggs (and they) are so tasty, and that they are overall so “decorative” and mostly fun-to-watch for so many folks…

There’s good, sound reasoning, in most cases, for the term “bird-brain” – chooks, for all their relative delights, are a prime demonstration.

But, are they good eatin’?

The one in the middle back looks like Sly Stone.

Echoing J.S., one of the best tactics for survival of your species is to become delicious.

Gromulin, no Tommy?

*digs through google searches* Aha! Found it! A post from March this year talking about pecking order and comb size: Oh, HELLS, no say the fat old hens

And that left me asking myself: “Self? Would Stoaty’s flock of chooks treat a Pom-Pom-Head newcomer as Pope-most-fowl, automatically deferring to her due to her obviously magnificent and superior head plumage, or would the feathers fly in every direction with the chicken squawking equivalent of accusing the newcomer of some infernal heresy?”

(Chicken posts really ARE much better than politics. Yessiree, they most certainly are.)

All those years of Disney cartoons has me half expecting one of these to pick up a baton and start conducting.

Couldn’t remember the name of the fourth one. Thanks, now I will! There were five or six total over the years, none of whom were actually named Ramone, IIRC.

I wondered about that, Argentium — especially whether a Poland would be bullied. They say a flock will pick on a lone silkie, but I have no experience.

I saw Tom Baker walking down the street once, Ric Fan. I’m, like, “oh — hey look!”

Correct, none of them we’d born Ramone. I think it comes from one of the Beatles using it as a pseudonym (don’t quote me on that one).

Are you sure those aren’t Doc Edgerton photos of chicken head explosions?