Our ladies are plumping up nicely. Patrice is top of the pecking order, an distinguished Araucana. Charlene is a feather footed fancy- silver laced Cochin- a runty thing which looks more like a bald patched turkey vulture. C suspects our friend picked these particular breeds with purpose- one for C is a solid red head and one for me is a a skinny black feathered thing.
Who knew there could be such a wide degree of variation in chicken intelligence. Charlene I think must be a retarded chicken. I know this because her partner Patrice is brilliant- for a chicken that is. Always on the alert, always trying to hop on the highest solid platform to see what's going on- keeps an eye to the sky watching for falcons. Patrice chases cats out of the yard. One only has to look into those beady birdy eyes to know something is definitely going on behind Patrice's tiny bird brain.
Charlene-of a species bred only for the furriness of the feet- probably would have never survived without human intervention. She always tries to sit on an incline, and falls over. She has such tiny vestigial wings that when she tries to hop on anything, she always overshoots and falls over. And as expected, she is no production egg-layer. I'm dubious myself that she will produce at all. Charlene probably only has a minor neural cluster maybe just in the foot or something.
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