You haven’t been formally introduced to the girls. The kids named them. Missy, the super friendly one. I kid you not about that, just keep reading. Big Bertha, named because she lays a huge egg and we assume the double yolks are from her. Brownie because she is the darkest. And cakey, I guess my youngest thought it complimented Brownie. We can’t help but think of the unpleasant side of chickens. Cakey is also the most easily startled one, not to mention the most unattractive one. Her poor head has seen better days and the comb on top looks to have been smashed and flatted down to one side. Their previous owners said that one of the chickens took a ride on the bumper of the car for about 40+ miles. They didn’t have a clue about the extra passenger until they where back home. Walking around the car is when they seen the hen clutching to the bumper for dear life. Poor Gal! We just assume it was cakey and that’s the reason of the lay over comb…60 miles an hour wind will cause anyone to have a bad hair day. 

When they first arrived they were a bit poor looking and very scared. We took care of that, with letting the roam for bugs and such in the yard down my the barn, chicken feed and when they’re available vegetable and bread scraps. They have plumped up. Combs are bright red now and there feather look much better. The kids used the table scraps to make friends with them. The kids loved it. The chickens loved it…really loved it. That seems almost an understatement. Now when they see the kids they follow them around like puppies. Very comical, or at least it was.  The other day my daughter went down to the barn just to check on them. No scraps with her this time. I just so happen to be looking out the window when she came running around the side of the shed. A second later, a herd of chicken running right behind her. A very funny and unexpected sight to see. I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time. She ran right into the house. That was a mistake. If you think chicken are completely dumb. I beg to differ. Because the next day. They were at our back door.  The day after that they were at the back door, seen the kids looking at them through a bedroom window which our grill is near by. She (Missy the ultra friendly) flew up on top of the grill and was looking in our window.  The kids pushed her off before I could get a picture. If given a chance and she thinks your holding scraps, up in your lap she will jump. We are so being stalked for wilted lettuces and cake crumbs. It’s just simply crazy! I’ve been trying to shoo them back down to the barn with a broom but it’s not working to well. As soon as I turn my back on them. There they are. The kids are only allowed to feed them scraps at the barn, not the yard or half way to the house. I’m hoping they take the hint along with a few more broom pushes. See what happens when you make friends with a chicken.