If you are a collector and have one or more of our chickens, we would love to hear from you. After 20 years of making them, we would like to find out
where our chickens are, who has them, what they are used for, etc.
We have heard some great stories over the years of how much people love their chickens. We know of several that are like part of their families.
We have heard tales of how they have travelled and even how they saved a marriage. Now we would like to share those stories with the world.
Please email us and tell us about your special lady. Send us a picture of your chicken, a story or annecdote, your city/state, and whatever you feel like telling us. Does your
chicken have a name? Have your ever found it in a compromising position (perhaps eating all your candy corn)? Anything you would like to share with the world.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Send your stories to: email@example.com
In my new home in WA, he graced my kitchen counter for a time. But then my then-boyfriend, now husband, moved in. Somewhere along the line, we started using him to write love notes to one another. I can’t even remember who started it! Every few days, one of us writes the other a note. Sometimes they are topical, sometimes corny, but always loving. We just got married last year; I’m hoping we continue the tradition for many years to come.
Here is a picture of a note my husband wrote to me a few months ago. I started photographing them recently and wish I had done it sooner. I won’t miss another one.
I’ve never named our chicken - not sure why. Any suggestions? I think he needs a friend!
Thank you so much for creating him.
Hello. I’ve been wanting to send you the story of our chicken. I’ve had him for a long time. For years I wanted one after seeing one my friend had, so I finally splurged on him. Originally he was mostly a blank slate, with an occasional holiday message. He moved around with me, from OR where I purchased him to WA, then to CA, then to VA, and finally back to WA.
I have a home in Oregon with my family. There is a whole flock of chickens here, but I am the spoiled one that gets to live inside. I travel all over the house.
In fact, sometimes it is like a game of hide and seek to find me since I tend to have notes like, “I borrowed your …” and I am placed in the area that you would find the missing item,
or I am in the middle of the room announcing where one of my family members is just in case someone is looking for them, ie. “I am in the shop”, and the like.
I am always ready to help keep a shopping list and have managed to survive through 4 kids (no easy feat) and watch them grow.
As you can imagine, I have had everything from scribbles to beautiful art drawn on me. I am a cherished member of the family and would not trade it for the world!
Hi! My name is Omlet.