I have a story that wasn't funny at the time but now we look back and laugh.
We had a Dominique that was super friendly and loved nothing more than to sit in your hand when she was a chick. As she got older we would hold out an arm and she would fly up and land on our arms. It was cute until she started trying to climb on top of our heads.
One very cold winter day she was missing when it was time to close up the barn for the night. I looked for her everywhere but didn't find her. Two days later I saw something in the snow in the middle of the pasture.
It was her and she was nearly frozen. I brought her into the barn and held her trying to think of how to best warm her up and she climbed up on my head. I thought that my head was probably pretty warm and I felt so bad about her spending all that time out in the cold so I let her sit on my head. Then she plucked my earring out of my ear. It was a diamond that my husband had given me for our first Christmas. I called my husband down to the barn and we crawled around the floor for hours hoping she had dropped it.
He was pretty mad about the whole thing.
For a long time I would go down to the barn with a flashlight hoping to find it shining out of a pile of poo.
The post of the chicken in the snow reminded me of an incident from my childhood. I was visiting my grandmother in the country. They had chickens that lived freely on her place, no coop. We hunted eggs in the barn. They get pretty good at hiding nests, but that's another story. Many of the chickens were a banty cross of some kind. As a child of course I was motivated to catch the chickens. I was a fast runner and just could not believe I couldn't catch the hens. They cheated though as they would not run in a straight line, LOL. There was one banty hen that had her feet frozen off at some time in the past. I watchd her hobble around a bit and decided I could certainly catch her. Ha!!! I found she could fly as well as any ohter wild bird in the air! Never managed to catch a one.