Allow me to introduce the ladies. Can someone play some suitably grand and sweeping piano music? Thank you.
This is Harriet, a Rhode Island Red.
Dolly, a Black Star.
Martha, a Buff Orpington.
And Abigail, another Buff Orpington.
They were day-old when I bought them, which is kind of mind-blowing. They’re fully functional, if small and covered in baby feathers. They feed themselves, drink water, run around, scratch in their bedding, squabble over exciting finds, and peck each other. (Thus the phrases “henpecked” and “pecking order.”)
They have been stretching a lot, a yoga-like maneuver where they extend one winglet out to the side, and one leg straight back. I guess I would stretch, too, if I’d been stuck inside an egg all that time.