You'll have figured out from earlier posts that not only are we are growing food in our small suburban yard but we are keeping chickens. We have four laying hens- the maximum allowed by local law. Each has a distinct personality and we find ourselves watching "chicken tv" out the kitchen windows. Our eldest chicken is not the top of the pecking order, but she is a pretty quirky bird. Snowball is a black Modern Game bantam, purchased so the kids would have a small bird to handle when showing poultry at the County Fair. Snowball was one of a pair of bantams but her "sister", named Flaming-y (for her penchant for standing on one food) died last summer of a prolapsed vent. Snowball lays one small white egg every two or three days. We use two of these eggs to replace one in recipes.
My favorite thing about Snowball is that she is a talker. She murmurs to herself as she walks about the yard making small noises almost constantly. She is attached to Henny Penny and when they get separated, Snowball talks loudly letting us know that she is not comfortable with things the way they are. Maybe she is like a pure-bred dog or cat because she seems like something of a prima dona.
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