We have five of them right now.
Two older ones, one is a nice sweet girl the other
is the hen from you know where. She's so mean to everyone else. She chases the cat, pecks at the other chickens and even bit me the other day so hard on the foot that I bled! She may become dinner next week ( hubby will have to kill, clean and cook her cuz, I may be MAD at her but I don't hate her that much)
And then we have the chicks.( 2 months old) All three are great for different reasons.
The first is the calmest chicken that I've ever met. She will just stand on my arm for as long as I'll let her and she looks much more like a hawk than a chicken.
I like the second one because she is so pretty. White and black.
And then there's Katie. My favorite little girl. She's a Polish Crested chicken. They say she won't be much of a layer but...I got her only because of her looks so that's ok. She's supposed to be a show chicken.
I had a dream of showing her at the fair. LOLOLOLOL that will never happen. She's the ugliest chicken you'll ever see. Her poor upper beak is so curved over that the lower one has been forced all the way to the right side of her face. Talk about silly looking. But... I love her anyway.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. Robert Frost