I have vowed to never name another chicken. The last chicken I named was Moses. Moses and the Israelites I called them. There was one Moses and about 30 Israelites. I should have known better, Moses never made it to the Promised Land. However, one of the Israelites (who shall remain unnamed) has become my all-time most favorite chicken ever. It isn’t her stunning plumage, striking posture or impressive headgear. I have lots of chickens will all these qualities, but the unnamed Israelite…..she loves me. I brought her home because she was so tiny and when she began to feather out she started to come to me every time I visited the pen. She would hop on my toes with her little scaled feet and peer up at me when all the others were running madly for a corner. She would fly up and sit on my shoulders, chirping in my ear. Softly, not a loud, annoying “I want food!” chirp, more of a “Hi Mama, I love you” chirp. If I knelt down, she was in my lap, begging me to stroke her tiny back. I was a little worried when I introduced her to the main flock she would lose all affection for me and just become another, adorable chicken. So far, she has not. She still greets me happily, comes to sit in my lap while all the rest are chasing bugs and seeks me out each time I’m in the yard. I seriously love this chicken.
She knows, I think, that she is special. Just look at how she peers down on her flock mates from my lap.
I could hardly believe our good fortune when I ended up with her a perfect husband, see him in Part Three.
So you can really see how tiny she is I snapped these. She is standing with my Barred Rock hen, they were hatched within 2 days of one another!
Did I mention I love her?