Our sweet Freedom Ranger Roo started crowing this week, so it was time to send he and his lady friend (also a Freedom Ranger, bred for meat rather than eggs or longevity) to that great freezer in the sky.
We typically butcher chickens with some friends, at their house in the country (because it's not legal in town), but this year, our friends are just about ready to welcome a pair of beautiful, twin daughters into the world. As such, they are taking a break from chicken keeping for a bit; they're butchering a good portion of their flock, and they sent a few of their younger, laying birds home with us.
The Buff Orpington (which is actually a sister to our Buff Orpington, as we all went in together on a chick order this year), immediately flew over the top of her "getting-to-know-each-other-safely" pen, reunited with her sister, and took over.
I think the other birds don't realize that she's not the same Buff that's been there all along. And our Buff played along perfectly. When I went outside to lock them up this evening, both Buffs were on the high "ruling hen" perch, nestled together.
It may be that I'm biased towards Buffs (in memory of my Tori), but I'm hopeful that they will become a pair of benevolent dictators in place of our erstwhile rooster. Sister queens to rule the flock!
And this is our other new addition. I'm calling her "Tauntaun" (because we're on a Star Wars theme now, remember), but more properly she's a "naked neck". When my friend first got a handful of these, I remember thinking that they were...well, pretty hideous. But even though she's only been here for about 8 hours, I must say, I'm getting fond of Ms. Tauntaun.
It's a total "ugly child gets the most love" thing. She's so pathetic looking, that it's impossible not to love her.
Example: She was still in the quarantine pen when I went to put the chickens to bed tonight. It was getting dark, so she was pretty distraught to be out in the open. But when I walked in and offered her a snack, she came right to me. We almost cuddled as she let me pick her up and put her in the coop.
It's nerdy, I know, but I get so much heart-good out of observing the personalities and comings and goings of these silly little birds.