Chicken Portraits

Pele

Some days nothing works, and I cannot get one decent chicken picture. They move, they blink, they turn their backs on me. For some reason, on this morning, I was having success. Cooperative, still chicas. Pretty chicas.

Lilikoi

These are the Juniors! I cannot believe how much they've grown. And they have grown a bit tamer than we expected. They come to me, and sit on my legs. They can be held, without any fuss. It's really quite sweet. And, unless I am in total denial, it looks as though all three are hens!

Shebot, she's three years old.

If only the old timers would behave themselves. I guess they are only doing what chcikens chickens do... peck and harass... they will not leave the Juniors in peace. Little Debbie has gotten really bad. I guess Kamen needed a break from being the biggest bully in the yard.

Pele

Maybe this is why the Juniors welcome my visits, because they can enjoy a break from being hen pecked. I sit down and they rush to my side, and eat as though they have been cut off from the buffet. And they have! Little Debbie darts in and chases everyone else from water and food, even the bunnies. Little Debbie and her gang better look out... the Juniors are destined to be big fat hens. I don't think they are going to be at the bottom of the pecking order for long.

Koa

Our other Ameraucana hen... have you noticed, I keep changing the spelling? Sometimes spellcheck changes it, and now I realize "Ameraucana" has more than one spelling.

Koa's feathers keep getting prettier and prettier. She's developed white tips on her wing feathers.

Okay, I realize Koa's tail is drooping, cresting down, like a rooster, but the feathers are blunt tipped, like a hen's. Oh dear. Please, please let Koa be a hen!

Even the Chiquitas let me take their portraits! Here are Thompson and Thomson.

And here are Thomson and Thompson. I can tell them apart. They are Cuckoo Marans. I am pretty sure Thompson is a rooster.

Here comes Totoro! I am pretty sure Totoro is a rooster, too.

Sigh.

Oh! Well, guess my time is up... no more chicken pictures. Thompson perched on my arm, then Mako came in for a turn. I am pretty sure Mako is a rooster.

Sigh.

How about a nice, quiet bunny picture?

Hello, Malcolm.