By popular demand, I took some shots of the birds having their snacks. At left is a very brave Goldilocks (well, one of the Goldilocks, there are three Golden-Laced Wyandottes) attempting to steal a mouthful of molasses- and nutritional-yeast laced mashed potatoes from a much larger girl.
This act of bald courage makes me think this must be Rebel Goldilocks (rather than Goldilocks II or III). Rebel Goldilocks is the pullet that kept insisting on laying her precious brown egg all the way off in an empty cardboard box in the barn rather than in the nests with the other girls last fall.
It's always something of a feeding frenzy. There's a lot of running around with some bit food in your mouth, most likely clucking over your good fortune, potentially dropping your morsel or having it rudely stolen from you, and running back to the pan (while complaining loudly about your bad luck) for yet another tidbit and repeating the entire process.
Yes, it seems as though it would be far more efficient just to stand there and eat your tasty snack, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.
This is Buffy. She's the only Buff Orpington we got in a really fascinating mix "egg-layers:" White Orpingtons and floppy-combed White Leghorns, the smaller Laced and Penciled Wyandottes, the white-speckled black Anconas and funny little Silver Spangled Hamburgs.
Next to them Ms. Buffy stands out like a real Grande Dame, both because of her bushy blonde feathers and her big build.
In May 2005 this odd little guy arrived with all the other chicks (that year I'd gotten Silver-Laced Wyandottes and Black Jersey Giants). If you order 25 peeps from the Murray McMurray Hatchery, they send you a "free rare chick." He was soon dubbed Odo, since his species (his breed, rather) was (and remains) a mystery.
And here he is now. He's separated from the girls at the moment, because last year's hens pulled all (yep, every single one) of his lovely tail feathers out, poor fellow. So he's a bit lonely, except for a nice little nest of mice living under the heater that keeps his waterer from freezing.
He was a bit shy about having his picture taken, but aren't those handsome feathers growing back in nicely?
Chortled by Obsidian Kitten at 11:36 PM