This is a comic I made after a funny thought about my chickens. I keep chickens as pets, and this right here seems like something they would do. I was lazy about the drawing, though.
This is the first time I've made comics, so they won't be the best.
Another lazily-drawn chicken comic.
Ok, this next comic is something I thought of while feeding my chickens french fries. You see, they don't just peck them, they kinda wolf them down. They eat unlike any creature I've seen eat before. Well, I guess they kinda eat it a bit like a snake, but... Anyway, they swallow it whole without chewing, because the grinding is done in their gizzard.
So yeah, there's me being utterly disturbed by their eating style...
Another chicken comic. This one is a true story, where my chickens decided to lay their eggs in the prickly-pear cactus instead of in the coop. I had to get them out, and I got pricked a few times...
This one is about how chickens are natural cannibals and instinctively peck at blood.
This is one is about why we never have pinatas at the parties held at our house...
This next comic is about how chickens seem like they can fix anything... At least for me. It starts with one of the things I dislike the most; being stuffed into fancy clothes. Particularly, when I was stuffed into fancy clothes before my First Communion. Later, sore at my feet from the world's most uncomfortable, fancy slippers, I went outside to cuddle my chickens. And though they tried to eat my hair, it was comforting. I bothered to TRY to draw my hair in the last two scenes, and in the first scene, I have an actual picture of my hair before my First Communion; I dislike that she used some de-frizzing stuff to de-frizz my hair, as I kinda like it fluffy and frizzy... Also, it was slightly wet when the picture was taken, thus adding to my discomfort. The humorous part is supposed to be my expression as my mother photographs my hair...
Here we have, a comic I've been needing to get around to. Stoic little things, those chickens, eh?
The comic says is all. Chickens don't make facial expressions, they express more vocally and a few other sorts of body language (Ex: Angry chickens raise their neck-feathers so they look like cute little aztec-y-birds. Only until the start trying to peck your face off or something, depending on why they're angry, though.).
This actually happened to me. (Excluding the rocket jets on one chicken and the fact that the wasp whispered n' stuff.) Those are my six hens there.
No, not trying to make wasps look bad, t'is simply for humor.
No, not trying to make wasps look bad, t'is simply for humor.
I apologize for the huge black arrows supposedly to direct you to each panel...
Not even the tigers wanna mess with protective, broody mama hens.
Not even the tigers wanna mess with protective, broody mama hens.
Next up, THE WORLD.
I'm sure my chickens wish they had thumbs.
I'm sure my chickens wish they had thumbs.
For once you can see an actual individual here... As an individual, this comic follows less to chicken nature, and more to my own. I hate being sick.
Chickens.