When I did all my research into chickens and breeds, Wyandottes came up again and again as a good choice. They apparently take to captivity well, lay through the short days of winter, and best of all are supposed to be lovely, calm, and very friendly.
So home I came with two Wyandotte chicks. From day one they hung out together, chased Ruby and Minerva around, refused to be picked up, and demanded first crack at any new food or outdoor adventure.
All this female cliquishness brought to mind one of my favorite movies of all time, Heathers. Though I can tell them apart, I just mentally refer to them as Heather 1 and Heather 2. If the guy from vector control comes to count my chickens that's the story I'll stick to--Minerva, Ruby, and Heather. The allowed 3 hens, and no sir, not one more. Maybe he's been drinking at lunch if he thinks there are 2 beautiful black and white birds.
Anyway, not wanting to give up altogether on this bossy pair, in the interest of redemption, they are more formally Luna and Sol--as babies, one was silver and black, the other the color of butter and black. They're lovely and ingenious, and the glamour girls of 4630. And for their sake, I hope none of the local raccoons goes by J.D. or Veronica.
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