These guys are from our first batch of chicks, and as a result, they still haven’t gotten used to the idea that they no longer live in the house, and spend most of their time hanging around on the deck hoping I’ll accidentally leave the door open a crack so they can dart inside and eat crumbs off the kitchen floor (even the chickens are aware of my adeptness at cleaning – *ahem*).
It’s hard to tell from this perspective, but Stella lives up to her breed’s giant reputation, and rivals the rooster with her beefiness. She’s a mass of the softest beetle-black feathers, and is a total sweetheart, clucking away at my feet until I either pick her up or stop to give her belly rubs.
Ruby’s pretty and she knows it, and rules the flock from her position high atop the pecking order.
Okay, got to run. Have a great weekend!