Before being a chicken farmer/mother, I had visions of naming each bird according to looks and mannerisms and personality. Well, as you can see from the photos, they are all black/grey. They all peck and scratch (a new behaviour this week) and make lots of noise (even at 5Am this morning - thanks girls). So basically they are generically named "girls", "chick-chick" or any other foolishness that would surely get me committed somewhere if there were human witnesses. There are 2 stand-outs: the biggest and grey-est is very difficult to catch. I call her Zippy. Now as they are in their awkward teenage phase (apologies to all the awkward teens in my life) they are growing beautiful black with white bar feathers, so Zippy will not be so identifiable for long. At least until we try and catch her. The other one is the smallest and blackest. She is simply called Jr. She is the most curious of the flock and also the nastiest. She takes every human contact opportunity to become a carnivore. When the others peck at me it is cute. When she pecks, she is intending to take a souvenir home - it hurts like anything. Again, Jr. will soon be black and white striped like the rest and will only be identifiable when it is too late.
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