OK, so let’s just ramp up the drama another notch. You wouldn’t think there’d be more notches, but there are always more notches.
Since Dynamite died, we’ve planned to get another chicken as a replacement. But the other two black ones were a bit suspect. Those hackles were very pointy. Those wattles very red. That comb quite luxuriant. We waited to see. The guy who gave us to them assured us they were pullets. They were from a different bloodline; that’s why they didn’t look like the grey one.
Last week Silvie turned out to be Silvio when he awoke the neighbourhood with his scratchy sounds-like-a-small-child-being-strangled cry. This morning, Silvio’s cry was added to, just a bit, by a second voice from White Streak.
Can’t say I was too surprised. They’ve been developing some nice colour in their tails, and little ochre splotches on their sides. This is not girl-chicken style showiness.
No mucking around this time. We went off to the professionals and got three new ones. The Australorps they had were all a little small, and we didn’t want Popples getting too overbearing with them, so we got 2 Sussex (one Light, one Coronation), and one black Australorps.
R has already named the Light Sussex “Fern”.
The black Australorps shall henceforth be known as “Foxy”, since she’s so quick and nimble and can’t be caught.
We’ll see what S comes up with for the Coronation.
Oh, and a chicken post wouldn’t be a chicken post without a couple of snaps of Popples, who has proven herself a stayer and a keeper.
The fellow at Abundant Layers was very understanding of our story, and offered to re-home the two cockerels.