A story of feathered friends...The Chickens!

As you all know, I have four chickens.

As you all know, I have four evil chickens.

As you all know, I have four evil chickens who break their eggs.

And as you all know, this is what I have called you here to discuss.

So. Here they are:


The white one is Penelope, and the brown one is my favorite, Buffy.

 The very speckley one is Daisy, and the black one is Sirius(YES like from Harry Potter, and I'm getting sick of explaining this to everyone.), and Buffy's in there too.

And here's a good picture of Buffy I got back in April.

So the main problem with chickens in general is that they're so messy. They are little pooping machines. Also(and I speak from experience), they will dig pits in the ground, wreak havoc among hoseboxes(Please don't ask!!), chase around cats, poop all over the patio and in your shoes if you leave them out, eat peonies, coriopsis, butterfly bush, roses, and are particularly fond of destroying lavender.
Our chickens also break their eggs.

Now, you'll ask, "What kind of cannabalistic freak chickens will break and eat their own eggs??" Now before you start, I'll say that it was not their fault. We go to Boston every year for my Dad's business trip, and they were locked in a tiny run for two weeks. And our boneheaded neighbor Matthew, who was supposed to be taking care of them, didn't bother to take a single egg out of the coop. For two weeks. WTF, Matthew??? Didn't I specifically ask you to put eggs in the fridge, and clean the coop?? AND I left you specific instructions on HOW!! So they were bored to death in their tiny prison and decided that eggs tasted good. That was last November. They have been doing it ever since then, with great sacrifices on my part!! For the past two months I've been getting up at five thirty in the morning to catch the eggs. And not only that, but I have to wait until they're LAYING the egg, standing around outside while they put up a royal racket for twenty minutes, then snatch the egg as soon as it's out. Penelope actually LURKS in the run while Buffy is laying in the coop, so that she can speed in there and eat it as soon as it's out of Buffy's--

OKAY, let's talk about their personalities for a minute.

Penelope: The head of the flock, the ringmaster, the hog of all food and treats. She is wild, sometimes mean, and will try to eat freckles off your legs. She is friends with Sirius and constantly driving the others away from food to get it all to herself. She is also the one who breaks the most eggs. Delaware.

Sirius Black: The regal peacemaker. Sirius is second in command and will hog the food a little bit, but she never pecks Daisy, and rarely Buffy. I like her looks because she has shiny black feathers, a high tail, blue feet, and brown eyes, which is rare for a chicken(they usually have orange.). Black Jersey Giant.

Daisy: The scaredy-cat. Daisy will run away if you get too close and is also the noisiest, clucking and trilling constantly to herself. Her scared personality is probably not helped by the fact that one time, we were leaving for Boston in, like, half an hour and Daisy escaped from the run, causing me to chase her around for twenty minutes, trying to catch her with a butterfly net. Silver-Laced Wyandott.

Buffy: The underdog. Buffy is a small chicken but, for some reason, lays the biggest eggs. She is bullied mostly because she's from a different flock, she is actually slightly older than the others. She is very pretty, but she has a white patch right behind her comb where the others peck her. I always have to feed her separately in the morning so she gets enough food. She is the friendliest and will come when I call her. Buff Orphington.


Anyway, they've gotten better about the eggs, especially when I get up early enough. And I love having chickens even if they are freaks of nature. So let's hear it for my most feathered pets..........the chickens!