So, right now there are 4 little puff balls in the basement. They came in the mail last Wednesday, and I am in love.
A few chicken facts:
Pecking orders are not a myth. Chickens do have a social class system, and one of our poor Silkies is at the bottom.
Silkies get annoyed at their feathered legs. I can see how that might bother them.
Chicks can and will fall asleep in minutes on your hand. They won't exactly purr, but they do a little vibrating thing that has the same effect. We seem to have caught this one in mid-yawn.
Because they don't have muscles in their beaks they way we do in our mouths, when they take a drink they have to stick their beak in the air so the water goes down their throat.
The best way to torture a cat is to put a door between him and four delicious chickens.
Our two breeds of chickens are Silkies and Buff Orpingtons. Right now, being chicks, they don't really look like their adult counterparts, but I've done my homework and can tell that the Silkies are the ones with dark beaks, dark feet, and feathered legs, and the Buff Orpingtons are the other ones— you know, the picture you conjure in your mind when you think of chicks. This is one of the Silkies.
Absolutely perfect. Her eyes haven't disappeared— yet. Silkies. The old English sheepdog of the chicken world. And, because the Buff Orpingtons haven't been shown yet, here she is.
All photographs courtesy of www.kidbaltimore.com/.
Again: Aren't they just perfect?
Oh, and when they're bigger they'll lay eggs, but we don't particularly care about that at the moment.
And don't blame us for that.