How we got a pet chicken. (Her name was Cupcake!)
Cupcake
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38 responses to “Cupcake”
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My little brother’s class was once raising a pet duck (he was in second or third grade, I think). On weekends they all took turns bringing it home. When my brother brought it home, he let it roam around his room with the door open and… our dog promptly killed it. That was a fun one for him to explain to his class.
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Poor ducky (and children!)
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Yeah, I was horrified for both him and the duck. The dog seemed rather proud of himself though.
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So I thought this was going to end with your family sitting around the table eating chicken…
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Ohhhh noooo…. hahaha!
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Did she pay for herself?
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I think so! Chicken feed is dirt cheap, we already had the coop, and she laid 1 or 2 beautiful pink eggs a day.
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Oh, I love it! I would have caved too. I would love to have a chicken! (My husband is the sensible one!)
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I want to have some more chickens one day… I adored Cupcake.
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Oh, my gosh! How long did you have her? I demand more Cupcake comics!
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We had her for two years, until my father got a new job and we moved across the country. She was given to a family friend who had a farm (and they promised not to eat her.)
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I love the pleading eyes!
I had a pet chick once, too. We found it one day under our pear tree. – It did end up on the plate, though but I only found that out 30 years later. I was outraged!-
Aaaaaaah!!! I would have been crazed when I found that out. I used to go through lengths to protect Cupcake’s sensibilities when we were having chicken for dinner.
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Rae, I just gotta ask. Did he say that the dog ate his homework as explanation?
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OMG! One hundred brownie points for cynicism! Well done, ducky.
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You dad is a softie.
An old boyfriend’s parents go him and his twin sister colored chickens on Easter. That night, their do ate them. They were replaced secretly with new chicks who were different colors. Neither kid noticed!
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Oh no! That is terrible (but oh so believable!)
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We kept chickens for a while, but not for the table. We only named one, and she lived the longest, though we ‘retired’ our final three birds to a small holding who had a lonely one eyed rooster called Steve. They were cute and paid their way with eggs until retirement.
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There is something quite hilarious about a rooster named Steve.
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The whole scenario was a blast….. our chickens terrified him to the extent that he wouldn’t come out of the hut until they were at the furthest end of the run!
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*hugs* Cupcake is one lucky chicken.
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She certainly was :)
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Love this. We’re planning on getting some chickens next spring so we can have another thing to not care for properly ;)
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I hope I can have chickens again someday! They can be so fun.
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We had two chickens as kids too but thru both grew up to be male which meant they woke up the neighborhood at sunrise every day >.< Eventually my parents had had enough and sent the chickens of to their aunt's farm :(
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Ha! I do not blame your parents. I’m sure if Cupcake had been a rooster, shd would have had a very different fate.
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I thought we’d had every animal known to mankind, but we NEVER had chickens. Not as pets, anyway.
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I have a question: How did you come up with that name for a chicken? It reminds me of a friend’s daughter. She got a pet pig and named it “penguin”. :D
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She was called Cupcake because she was the same size as a cupcake as a chick :) she grew up to be a beautiful Rhode Island Red. I love the name Penguin for a pig!
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Oh my God, this is too adorable! And I really relate because I’ve had five chickens as pets throughout my life. The latest one was raised to adulthood in an apartment! He used to chill on the balcony, and somehow never tried committing accidental suicide. But damn, he pooped a lot.
But he was awesome and we loved him. (This was in Lebanon. In spring, people would sell chickens to elementary school children with poor impulse control. Seriously, right outside the schools you had people with large cages full of baby chicks sold for cheap). My little sister bought one home. That bird flourished to a mini chubby chicken. We called him Soosy. (Chicky, in Arabic). He was superific.
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Ohhhh I wish I could have a chicken in my apartment now! I’m sure it’s not on the approved pet list.
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That was one blessed “Cupcake”!!
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Cool!
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I love how your father’s newspaper is upside down. Nice touch.
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He tried to stay strong and firm but who could say no to that face with the big eyes? I suspect a lot of pets (not all as unusual as a chicken) were acquired this way.
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Your dad sure was a pushover. But then, that’s love for you. I remember back when I was living in Venezuela with my Uncle and Aunt, me and my cousin each brought home a baby chick from a fair we attended. Next thing I know, my aunt cooked those chicks when they grew a little. Somehow, I lost my appetite.
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Nice share. Thanks
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