Mmmyeass.
Posted on 03/03/2023 5:16:27 AM PST by allen592
A hen from Michigan, United States, has been crowned the world’s oldest living chicken at an impressive age of 20 years 304 days as of March 1st, 2023. The elderly hen named Peanut was raised from birth by Marsi Darwin, a retired librarian, according to Guinness World Records.
Damn, took the prize away from Jeb Bush.
That’s nothing.
Mike the Headless Chicken (April 20, 1945 – March 17, 1947)[1] was a male Wyandotte chicken that lived for 18 months after his head had been cut off. After the loss of his head, Mike achieved national fame until his death in March 1947. In Fruita, Colorado, an annual “Mike the Headless Chicken Day” is held every May.
red more about Mike: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_the_Headless_Chicken
So one day, bro and I went and got a live chicken from the Public Market. We wrung...and wrung...and wrung...but the cluck cluck cluck persisted. Then...with every ounce of strength he had, my brother wrong his neck real good...and no cluck was heard. We were so proud.
And a few brainless ones. Biden, Fetterman, Feinstein....
are they sure she’s still a hen? That could happen.
How do they know I don’t have an older one? /S
Our one and only remaining hen Henrietta is 9 years old and still laying eggs. She’s like the energizer bunny.
What show was that?
Married With Children
Ahhh, thanks! Had no idea. Guess I didn’t watch that much.
from the FRchives:
Wrong!
The oldest living chicken is Mitch McConnell.
Years later I realized it took the same motion as tying a knot in a WECO 310 cloth covered telephone patch cord with one flick of the wrist.
It's very similar to cracking a bull whip over your head. The wrist snapping motion is what causes the end of the bull whip to go supersonic and make the cracking noise. The wrist snap will also cause a snake's head to pop off when you grab it by the tail and crack it over your head.
My Great Uncle George was a rancher in Oklahoma way back in the day. Uncle George was missing a hand and walked around with the stump at his wrist tucked into the bib of his overalls mindful of Napoleon. I remember him well. My Mother told the story of him looking in on the chickens, and finding a large chicken snake in the hen house.
He reached down with his one hand and grabbed the snake by the tail, walked out of the hen house and gave that snake a mighty crack. Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet go down into his boot. He thought it would be a chore to take his boot off with one hand way out in the field by the pasture, so he walked backed to the house. When he got his boot off, he found he had a hole in his pocket and his pocket knife was in his boot.
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