West Coast Chicas

En Español, a chica is a little girl. En Echickenblog a chica is a little girl hen.
And this little girl hen is Temple. She is a Polish. She looks *ahem* funny now. She is going to look funnier elegant when she matures.


Yes, Temple. You and your feathered hat are going to be show stoppers. And with your sister... oh my!


Niki Tesla, how appropriate your shock of feathers are!


I cannot help it, I do see a resemblance between the man and the chica.


Here is Trudy.
I think.
Trudy, it is you, right?
Slightly more yellow than her Silkie sister, Trudy is a feather footed fowl.


Yes, you are Trudy.

We almost named her Suki... in honor of another pretty chica we know. Of course one never knows whether everyone agrees that having a flighty feathered fowl named after them is an honor.


Tiny, but spirited, Zoe. Zoe is our Araucana hen.
Hen.
Hen.
Hen.
Blue eggs and nesting, and heniness. Please.


Oh, see? She is listening.
Good chica.


Zelda is the whiter Silkie chica. Max named her.


The blue of her beak is becoming more apparent.
All of the chicas are bantams. They will out number Betty, but Betty will retain the size advantage. We'll see if it does her any good.


When Maria named Puff, we thought it was cute. Now we are amused, because the name is cute and perfectly fitting for the tiniest puff of a chica. She doesn't even have signs of a tail, like her sisters. She is round. A black, Silkie Puff.


And like her Silkie sisters, I have to clean her feather feet.
We like to handle the chicas at least once a day. We clean them and nuzzle them. We scratch in the garden with them, and pretend we are mother hens. Gee... this is sounding obsessive and weird.

I am obsessive and weird.


Puff!


Loved and cleaned.
Adored.
Amusing.
Absurd.
Oh Chicas!
Oh my!