I’ve got to admit, I was kind of annoyed with my new chicks when I first started raising them back in March. It was only a week or so before my adult hens were killed by a dog when I brought them home and, to be honest, it was difficult accepting them. They were a different breed, seemed sketchier and, I admit, uglier than my previous birds. We introduced two more chicks a month later. We added them to the coop and they all got to know each other without too much fighting when determining the pecking order.
Blondie the chicken hangs out near the window. Photo By KyLynn Hull.
Recently one of the chicks has developed quite the personality and is strangely docile and obedient. “Blondie” is becoming quite the cool chick. I think I love her. When I go out to the yard to get all four back in the pen and the other three scatter wildly, she sits and waits for me to scoop her up. She loves sitting in my arms to look at me. I think she might love me, too. She is mellower than the others and will walk right up to my 2-year-old and four-legged friend, Duke, without a care in the world. She started laying early, too, even though they were miniature eggs. I’m surprised by the bird’s behavior and pleasantly happy to see it emerge. Something about her is just different, and I like what I see.
Blondie the chicken loves hanging out with kids. Photo By KyLynn Hull.
I’ve never met a bird quite like her. I’m not sure how the other three will turn out, but at least I have one I can count on, for now.