Thursday, August 16, 2012
There's a New Chick in Town
The farmer who handed her off had a few hens to re-home, but since I could only take one he asked if I would take this particular one - she's his favorite but he doesn't want to be sentimental and keep a lower-production bird just because of her hard luck story.
See her bald spot? He called her Scalpie, because when she was a young bird she was attacked by a raccoon and her comb was torn off. He nursed her back to health and hand-fed her because the infection from her wound caused her not to be able to see for a week. But she's healthy now, just a little strange-looking.
Her odd head is more than balanced by her plumage. She's a Buff Orpington, basically a golden blonde, wide-bodied hen. She's good in cold weather, so I won't need to worry this winter. She's a big girl.
I thought Bonnie was big. I introduced her new roommate and Bonnie was dwarfed. They hung out, side by side, nibbling on veggies for about 10 minutes, then Bonnie puffed up all her feathers and jumped on her new friend. Who promptly sat on her and pecked at her head until Bonnie apparently said "Uncle" or whatever chickens say when they give in to a superior strength. This went on 4-5 times until Bonnie gave up and went to roost.
I'm sure paybacks will begin at first light. I'm getting up early tomorrow.
I can't just call her the new girl. She's big. She's blonde. She's bossy. I can't call her Brunhilde, because I'd shorten that to Hilda (which is too close to Gilda). I'm wavering right now between Frieda and Helga. I'm thinking Frieda.