A fox once cleaned my chicken coop out, leaving me three dead and one poor hen with a gaping neck wound. It was in a bad way so once I'd put the dead ones in the furnace I found myself apologising to a half dead chicken before putting it out of its misery. Whilst ringing its neck the head came clean of in my hand with the body actually running round for two or three seconds, which was a slightly disturbing sight.
Ah, the old 'headless chicken' routine.
Some of them can run around for hours.
Mike survived for 18 months, though he did have a bit of brain stem attached which helped.
He was still largely headless though.
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