As baby chicks they were picked up and held and coddled on a daily basis. (Who can resist a baby chick?) As adult hens they no longer get picked up and held every day but it is still important to know the ladies will allow being held. One thing I have discovered in this process, each lady has varying degrees of acceptance with my task. All tolerate the event. Big Fran, the Buff Orp, makes the most fuss. When put down she always shakes and ruffles her feathers in disgust. The look on her big, beaked face is "Quelle Horreur!"
|The very angry bird, Fran.|
This evening I was reminded which hen clearly makes the least fuss. Each of the ladies had their turn and last in line was Lois, a Dominque. One would think with a name like DOMinque there would be a bit of DOMinance but not the case with LoLo. She is our low hen on the chicken totem pole.
I pick up little Lois and she quietly nestles in my arm. No fuss with this chicken. I give her a pat and start chatting with my husband about the yard. After a few minutes I notice she has hunkered down nicely with no apparent desire to to leave. Hubby and I continue to chat and walk about, all the while holding sweet Lois. Again, I look down to check on my chick and this is what I see...
|Little Lois taking a nap|