This post is from October 2014.
Makes me wonder what the new chickens I'm bringing home today will look like.
You: Hold on just a minute. Did you just say new chickens?
You #2: WTF? Is that all you're going to say?
You #3: When do we get to meet them?
You #4: What are their names?
Me: Patience is a virtue.
When I brought home Edith and Lady Mary last May,
I was a little concerned that I would have trouble telling them apart.
I needn't have been. They've become very distinguishable as they've matured.
Lady Mary at 12 weeks.
Lady Mary at 7 months. Her feathers are pure white, and her great big comb sticks straight up.
Edith at 12 weeks.
Edith at 7 months. Her feathers are flecked with tiny bits of black,
and her comb over rivals Donald Trump's.