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Laittakaa meemejä tänne.
A couple of my neighbors have chickens here in suburbia, and there's at least one rooster around. I don't complain because I'm old and up at dawn anyway.
Much better than my neighbor's dog that barked at me viciously whenever I went in my backyard. Call me whatever you want, but I'm glad that dog finally died.
Chickens. Fine. In my experience most people with chickens also have a rooster. If you own a rooster and live in close proximity to anyone, you're an asshole.
As someone with a chicken, rooster, guinea fowl, and a turkey. The rooster is necessary for hawk and eagle related reasons, turkey sure as shit isn't gonna do anything and the guinea are bitches.
maybe a few geese? (from what I've read)
You gotta have a cock to cock block hawks
Friends of my wife have chickens they raised from chicks. Only it's very hard to sex chicks and three of them grew up to be roosters. They eventually found someone out in the deep countryside who was willing to take them in as pets instead of chicken dinners. Until that time (which took nearly a year), they relied on anti-crow collars they found on Amazon - which seemed to half-strangle the roosters but didn't do much to discourage noise.
My wife hates that I still refer to them as the rooster gimps.
Everyone complains about my rooster, but no one complains about our neighbor that goes out into his back yard and just screams "Hayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" at 3 am every night.
that's just Bert. He's cool
He is just keeping the property values low for the affordability crisis.
My neighbor does the same. Just puts a few rounds into the ground in case anyone was thinking about gentrifying the place.
Make sure to thank him for his service (anonymously, I will he you don't want to direct his attention your way)
I have lived next door to chickens, which is fine, but roosters? Those fuckers start screaming at 4 a.m., no joke. It's a lot louder than you imagine.
So, if your rooster turns up dead, shit happens.
No one wants a rooster anyways. They suck lol
I disagree, and my rooster is an asshole.
They serve multiple purposes, and can be good company.
My rooster? Saved the hens multiple times. Literally broke a spur off in a dog's ass. A pit bull at that. Ran that bitch off, and that's after losing said spur, handfuls of feathers, and dripping blood of his own.
Before that series of attacks by the dog, he was chill as fuck. He'd just follow me around, picking things up and putting them down so everyone would know it was there. Sometimes, he'd be in the mood and jump up to be held. He'd come inside sometimes and just sit on my kid's lap getting petted.
It's why, despite him having gone full asshole after we lost hens, I still want him around. I'm hoping my current program will get him back to his old self. But even if he doesn't, I want him.
Every now and then, that old self peeks through, and we have little moments of mutual respect and affection, and it's awesome.
He's not the loving companion my hen is, that's not how roosters roll usually. But he was my buddy, and I hope we will be again.
In the Philippines roosters are permanently broken and mostly roost at night including in the middle of Manila because they use them for fighting.
I love the city chickens. Bok bok!
The downside of living in the city with chickens is the smell and noise, but the chickens will just have to get used to it. ~ paraphrasing Sir Terry Pratchett.
Best Pratchett to ever preach it.
Reminds me of the time I forgot to remove a pocket knife from my keys before going through airport security...
Staff member holds it up, I notice it and am like "oh no, that's not allowed, right? oh well, then throw it away, I forgot about it..." - staff proceeds to measure the blade length and tell me "no, it's ok, that's allowed" and hands it back to me. I still have that pocket knife now, but don't intend to try that again.
I have this thing called a utili-key, which is a 6-in-1 multitool that folds up into the shape of a key. I've flown with it numerous times, TSA never even had a clue it was on my keyring. I went to one fucking Philadelphia 76ers game and they confiscated it. Perfectly encapsulates TSA.
Was this before or after 2001?
in 2024
wild. I had a tiny multi-tool with a less than 1-in blade confiscated. The tool was so small that I had forgotten about it inside my notepad
I looked it up today and it seems that at a lot of airports in Europe (where this happened), the limit is 6 cm. My pocket knife is slightly below that.
