Lady Mary, Edith and Mrs. Hughes are all grown up now,
laying eggs and strutting around the estate like they own the place.
Each has a unique fashion sense, evident in the manner in which they wear their combs.
Lady Mary goes for the prim and proper, straight-up look.
Edith tends toward the floppy. I wonder if this is the poultry equivalent of a comb-over?
Edith: I do not like to be mocked.
Lady Mary: And she wonders why I'm inheriting the estate and not her...
It's difficult to get a good picture of Mrs. Hughes. She's always busy biting something...usually me.
How does one discipline a chicken anyway?
Here are some things I've tried that have not worked:
1. Respectfully asking her to keep her beak to herself.
2. Calling her names.
3. Telling her to back off whilst wagging my finger in her face – she, of course, bit it.
4. Sending her sideways with a bleeding leg.
Is it too late to change her name to O'Brien?
As long as they all continue to serve me breakfast, I shall put up with their eccentricities.