Baeumer, is said to have documented at least 30 sentences that are part of
a universal chicken language.1 Whether or not you believe those claims, anyone who keeps chickens can attest to being able to understand various vocalizations made by their chickens. I know I can!
calls that you can learn to understand.
waanh-hunh: ‘I’m curious,’ bu-bu-bu-bu-buh: ‘Hello,’
k-k-k-k-k-kh: ‘I’m happy!,’ tw-tw-tw-tw-tw: ‘I’m on the
the following video clips of my chatty chickens over the years. There’s no
question in my mind that chickens communicate in an organized, recognizable
from his peers or his mother. This ‘pieep, pieep, pieep’ sound is distinctive;
whenever I hear it, I know that a chick has either become separated from its
mother, is cold or in need of help.
teaching her chicks to eat. As she picks up and drops morsels of food,
“tuck-tuck-tuck” sounds encourage them to
Two of my hens, Marsha, a Barred Plymouth Rock and Madonna, a Blue Splash
Marans, sing together after just having laid eggs. “Dr. Baeumer does
not think they are boasting or saying, ‘Thank heaven that’s
over.’ He believes that it all goes back to the days when wild hens laid eggs in
hidden nests. After each delivery, the hen gave a loud cackle to regain contact
with the rest of the flock.” I’m not sure I agree with that assessment, as my
hens can often be heard singing egg songs before laying. Who knows … maybe
it’s a slightly different song?
the presence of a hawk in the area by my rooster, Max. I was working inside
the house at the time with the door and windows closed, yet immediately
recognized the united sounds of alarm and panic. When I opened the back
door, the instigator’s identity was confirmed as the hawk flew
sound of a broody hen who has been disturbed can shatter glass. My Buff
Orpington, April, was sitting on hatching eggs, warning me not to get any closer
to her precious cargo. I complied at the risk of having a hole pecked into my
hand by her beak.
are few sounds sweeter than a mother hen communicating with her chicks. In this
video, 1-week-old chicks out for a stroll with their mother chat happily,
oblivious to any potential dangers. Meanwhile their mother, Mabel, a Black Copper
Marans, can be heard clucking softly to them, encouraging them to
stay together and within a safe distance of her.
muttering contentedly. I suspect this is the chicken equivalent of gossiping at the hair salon. As Rachel seeks out her place in the Sand Salon, the
pecking order is painfully reinforced by quick pecks from a higher-ranking
flock member, eliciting overly dramatic screeches from
These are the sounds of happy baby chicks, playing in the sandbox together:
these 2-day-old chicks is being treated for spraddle leg; she can be heard making semi-frantic, high-pitched chirping sounds as
she struggles to walk for the first time on her malformed legs. Meanwhile, her siblings can be seen cheering her on as
they pick up and drop food, encouraging her to walk to it.
I don’t even want to guess what Rachel is ranting about in this video! Perhaps you would like to take a shot at it? ☺
And last, but not least: the roosters. Why and when roosters crow has long been a mystery and will likely remain so, but I have to believe there is some testosterone-driven competition going on between the fellas in the following video.