puberty
Remember when you were 12 or 13, and all that weird stuff just started happening to your body? Your hair was all funky and your feet were too big and you were just gangly and awkward? That’s what’s going on here, only multiplied by 26 chicks:
Feathers are coming in all over the place, making it look like one big bad hair day in the chicken pen. They are so funny now, and I’m seeing their personalities more and more, although I still can’t tell them all apart.
The Rhode Island Reds are all very sweet and quiet and don’t mind being held.
The Barred Rocks are very curious and busy and bossy. They like to jump on the top of the feeder and waterer and just stand there like they are the smartest chickens in the world. The peck peck peck at my hand when I stick it down in their pen, and they want to be picked up, but then they fuss and flap and peck when I do.
The Buff Orpingtons are sweet and mellow. One has a crazy little feather on her wing that sticks out all funny, so I’ve been calling her Curly. She likes to curl up in my hand for a little snooze.
The Silver Laced Wyandottes are a little skittish, but curious. They’ll work their way over to my hand, and look at it suspiciously, but don’t really peck or try to jump up.
The Araucanas, including Fuzzy (aka Penelope Caramel Fuzzy-face), are bold and inquisitive. They jump into my hands whenever they can, especially Fuzzy. She loves to climb all over me. Last night she kept jumping to perch on the top of my head. This made me a little nervous. Chicken poop in my hair is not something I would really appreciate. I had a hard time getting a picture of her (she’s the one in the middle) this morning, because she kept trying to jump off the chair to come over to me. She was happy just to stand on my foot. Silly girl!
And our little mystery chick (in the bottom left corner) is quite the drama queen. She Does Not Like to be held, and screams and chirps and flaps her wings if we do manage to pick her up. Maybe she just didn’t like Mr. Lucy’s joke about her being the first to get cooked in a pot. I guess she can’t appreciate a little sarcasm. We’re not really planning on eating her.
They sure grow fast, don’t they? Are you going to keep all 26 of them for egg production?
oh mannn…they are tooo amazing!! I can’t handle it!! So funny! Chicks make me laugh!! Some of the cutest, funniest things ever!! Thanks so much for posting the pics!! GREAT shots!! Love em!!
xoxo Jenny!
ps…Thanks for your lil’ note!…and for stopping by my blog!!
I love the portraits and the stories. 🙂
yum, they look delicious.
Oh they’re so cute. I can’t believe how fast they’re growing up.
Lucy, They just keep getting cuter! Can you believe how fast they grow up? Catch my latest blog entry to hear the newest chicken news at our place! And this mornng I got 5 eggs! (one on the ground in the hen house, but it still counts)
Amazing pics. I know how hard that is to do. Almost impossible.
Thst is possibly the funniest blog entry I’ve ever read, I’m still giggling one week after reading it (it’s taken me ages to leave a comment!). Thanks for sending me an email, that was really nice of you. 🙂
I’m so glad that I’m meeting fellow “chicken folk”-we have chickens for egg production as well! Are you going to name all 26?
Its been so many years since we’ve had chickens, butg hearing about yours is like trading grandkids stories.. Lots of wonderful memories. I remember when ours first started to fly and our backwoods ‘guru’ told us to cut the feathers on ONE side. That first day was worth a book of stories.. They were SO surprised not to be able to escape their little pen. Never too many chicken pix or stories.!! Thanks
You should be a chicken photographer! They look stunning, seriously. I love the back drop, so professional!