Shebot, our three year old Polish Silkie. She has the weirdest feet. If you can possibly catch her, then you'll know she's soft, like a Silike. But she's as wild and flighty as they come.
Penny is mild and wild. She is two years old. The daughter of Zoltar the Bantam, and Zelda the Silkie Princess, she won't be caught, but she's sweet company.
Hello, Juniors. I think they'll be flighty, too. They are only barely trusting of me. Barely. Mostly they just move throughout their run, avoiding Kamen. Pele is the darker Ameracauna.
About Kamen: our Polish Silky, survivor of the bobcat attack, well she is no longer my little darling, nursed back from the edge. She crows! First thing in the morning we hear the earnest, but absurd rooster-like cockadoodling she tries to muster. Her other habit is to strut and stroll, like a rooster on patrol. She chases her sisters, harasses the bunnies, intimidates the Juniors, and gives me stink eye from beneath her silly pompadour feather head! Yesterday I admonished her bullying and even threatened her with the bucket. Yep, I told her to settle down or she might become Kentucky Fried Kamen.
That's Lilikoi peering at us. She's deep into her adolescence and gawky phase. It'll all come together. Soon she'll be a fluffed and golden Buff Orpington lady.
Now. About Koa. Well, we are noting some hints of what may be... Rooster signs. Those tail feathers hold the first clue. Rather than stand pertly with rounded or sort of cropped tips, Koa's tail feathers are tapering, and just barely tipping down. Roosters' tail feathers come to a point, then cascade... Which is lovely, but we aren't likely to keep roosters, no matter how handsome.
It's not all chickens, not all the time! Remember these two? Ada Lovelace Goat and Tasha Tudor Goat are as silly and dear as ever. They don't fret, unless dinner is late. They are happy with their chicken roommates and bunny buddies. We even had a little rain and so were able to test their shelter. Goats are not keen on getting wet, and we hoped they'd have the sense to make use of their cottage. Even though they never visit their shelter, for play or sleep, when the rain came down, they were in their dry and cozy home. It was a funny sight, when they peered at us from their cottage, as though they were terribly concerned about us, out in the wet!