Q: Why did the chicken cross the road? A: To prove to the possum that it could be done!

Psychiatrist: What seems to be the problem?

Patient: I think I’m a chicken.

Psychiatrist: How long has this been going on?

Patient: Ever since I came out of my shell.

A chicken farmer went to a local bar, sat next to a woman and ordered a glass of champagne.

The woman perked up and said, “How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!”

“What a coincidence,” the farmer said. “This is a special day for me; I am celebrating.”

“This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating,” said the woman.

“What a coincidence!” said the farmer. As they clinked glasses, he added, “What are you celebrating?”

“My husband and I have been trying to have a child, and today my gynecologist told me that I am pregnant!”

“What a coincidence!” said the man. “I’m a chicken farmer, and for years all of my hens were infertile, but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.”

“That’s great!” said the woman, “How did your chickens become fertile?”

“I used a different rooster,” he replied.

The woman smiled, clinked his glass and said, “What a coincidence!”

On my way to climb Mt. Everest, I came upon a local villager who said he had a rooster that laid eggs.

“How is that possible?” I asked.
“Himalayan rooster,” he replied.

A farmer goes to the market to buy a rooster

He sees one he likes, so he asks the seller:”Is he any good for mating?”

“Oh, no problem there, he took care of every single chicken I had. He even tries to carry on with ducks, turkeys, even pigs!”

“Then why” asks the puzzled farmer “are you even selling him?”

“You see” answers the seller “lately he’s been looking at me kinda funny.”