Beer Drinking Chicken
by Jesse M
When I was growing up, we had a few chickens mostly for the eggs and as pets. We didn't live in a rural area, but this was the 1960's, and chickens were allowed.
I remember one specifically because she was not easy to forget. She was a smallish brown chicken that was very friendly.
My father would occasionally take her into the house, just carrying her. One day she got away and started exploring the house. She went into my parents’ bedroom, jumped on the bed and laid an egg.
From then on, every day or two she would be pecking at the back door to be let in to lay an egg. She was my father's favorite pet, so he set up a pad for her to lay the egg on the bed.
But the strangest thing was that she and my dad were drinking buddies. Every Saturday afternoon, he would get a six pack and go outside to drink with the chicken.
It started when on day he set down a little cap, full of beer in front of the chicken. She would lay her beak sideways to drink it.
Every Saturday from then on she could tell when my dad opened a beer and was quick to come to him an peck his shoe asking for beer.
It was funny to see her after a few capfuls. She would strut around flapping her wings, making funny gurgling and cooing noises. I forgot her name, but I'll never forget her.