Since we acquired our first chicken Hubby has been enamoured with the Polish chicken. Big flouncy hair, long legs and neck . . . exactly what every fella wants in a gal.
A few weeks ago he arrived home with these darlings.
Polly (above) was given to our little dude. And for a chicken, she is all right. Not the smartest thing to hit the ground, but she is managing well.
But this little lady . . .
She is definitely short a few bricks in her load. Hubby figures it is because she can’t see very well since, well: the hair. I am thinking she just isn’t a clever hen.
I am a true believer in strong agile hens that can hold their own with the flock. Even though I have nurtured many back from illness etc they have been strong and capable.
This gal, Niko… well, I am hoping she will grow on me.