The Eccentric Titirangi Chicken Woman

I love eccentric people, especially if they have chickens.

And don’t live next door.

Hence, I love going to the physiotherapist, to have my head rotated and get an update on the Titirangi Chicken Situation.

(Yes, I shot that seven-second video last year!)

It seems that the Council — after six months of meetings and complaints and strategies and tactics and skulduggery and general Titirangi weirdness — finally hauled away approximately 28 illegal chickens.

Now, before all you pinko-lefty-chicken-huggers get all moisty-eyed about the poor, dear chickens, you need to understand that:

a) chickens poop

b) A LOT

c) Titirangi Village includes our post office

d) lots of kids use the Titirangi bus stop

e) Titirangi roosters never shut up


g) And occasionally they go all jihad on the schoolkids.

Terrorist Rooster

Terrorist Titirangi Rooster

So, even though I personally love having chickens in our semi-rural village (in wayyyy West Auckland).,,

And listening to VERY LOUD roosters, while my physiotherapist works on my neck…

I understand why nearby business owners and many angry mothers do not love the chickens.

Not even a little bit.

Which is why complaints were made.  About the poop. And relentless crowing. And the occasional rooster jihad.


The Council had a fowl problem.  Legally, nobody actually owns the roosters or chickens or chicks.

Turns out, some eccentric Titirangi lady — and we have hundreds out West — feeds the “wild” chooks every morning, right in the Village. Then they sort of hang out, as chickens do, for the rest of the day.

All free rangey.

Giving everyone the “chicken look”

rooster crossing road

Roosters threatening to stab anyone that asks why they crossed the road

As the Eccentric Chicken Lady does her thing. (No, this isn’t our eccentric chicken lady.  Ours is WAY more eccentric).

The chicken problem is somewhat smaller.  Despite months of squawking and legal loopholes, the Council hired a chicken catcher. Under the cover of darkness, he or she removed more than two dozen chickens.

So when I was at my physio this morning, I only saw or heard about a dozen chickens.  I have to admit that it sort of made me sad.

But don’t get me wrong. Despite my fondness for chickens way over there in Titirangi Village, I dread the day when the Missus’ has saved enough money to finish the Fence That Never Ends and our back yard jungle is contained.

On that day, the Missus will DEMAND to have chickens, clucking louder than the Titirangi birds.  She has been crowing about her desire for chickens for decades.

And because the Missus is relentless, one day there will be chickens.

Crowing and pooping in my back yard.

Along with the wild ducks.

I had hoped to be dead by then.


chicken ducks

Chucks? Dickens?


Click HERE for our blog: “Chickens Are Inevitable”

Click HERE for the Titirangi Chicken Facebook Page (we are not kidding).

4 Responses to “The Eccentric Titirangi Chicken Woman”

  1. Cassie Shires says:

    Confessions of a sometime eccentric chicken woman.

    While I’ve lived most of my life like a gypsy, there was a chicken period from 1992-2005. The longest time I have ever called any one place home. The chickens are second only to the pecan trees on the list of things I miss about being The Pecan Lady of Quapaw Valley Orchards.

    That’s Eccentric Chicken Lady, BTW

    With relish,


    • hams says:

      Looking at you, I would never see an eccentric Quapaw Lady of Nuts. But, in just the right light, there is that crazy gleam in your eyes…

  2. Lillian L.. says:

    If you think chickens poop–a lot–and are messy, you haven’t lived with ducks. They are fowl beasties!

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