We toted our girls home when they were a mere two days old. Since then, they've grown up, begun bullying our poor pup Bailey, laying delicious eggs, and generally causing gleeful mayhem in our yard.
They looked like this:
Went through an ugly teenage stage:
Seriously. They looked rough:
And now look like this:
Phoebe, our red/brown hen, is the smallest in size yet lays the biggest eggs and is definitely the most skittish. She's hard to catch. She is a Rhode Island Red.
Winnie, the black chicken, is a Barred Rock. She's also the queen bee of the coop and will come when you call. This is good, the other girls follow her lead so it's generally possible to get them all back into the coop at night.
Greta, a Buff Orpington, is our loudest chicken. She loves to be petted but has developed an unfortunate tendency to poop whenever she gets picked up. We don't hold her very much anymore. [Yup, you guessed it, she's the one that departed for the farm. Or possibly the stockpot.]
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