I have a genuine fondness for my laying chickens; they are an exciting addition to our farm family. We always planned on having hens, but Steve purchased them impulsively during a trip to the farm supply store, months before our scheduled installment of egg producers. We had to fast track creating brooding space for them and also had to move up building permanent quarters. The extra work they incurred was well worth it because I learned how to build a chicken coop, plus we will get plenty of eggs sooner than expected.
This is our first time owning laying chickens so we are complete amateurs. The day we brought them home I marveled at how adorable they were. We purchased a variety of layers because each has a unique look and personality. All of them produce variations of brown eggs, except for the Ameraucana’s; they lay blue and green eggs. We can’t wait for the twelve of them to start giving us plenty of fresh eggs.
We have loved setting up shop for egg production. We have researched the health benefits of eating eggs laid by free-range birds over those commercially raised. We have made certain that their accommodations not only meet comfort standards, but they actually far exceed them, by giving them a much larger coop and outdoor space. We recently installed their nesting boxes where they will lay all those marvelous treasures; it will be like an Easter egg hunt everyday! We have even honored their home with feminine touches like a glammed up glittery paint job on the exterior. These extraordinary girls of ours have been pampered for sure.
We spend a fair amount of time with the chickens because they require care, but also because they are fun to watch. We named them soon after their arrival; choosing names that fit their look or personality. One of the raven black girls caught our eye immediately. She stood out, even as a little chick, because she seemed to have a “baditude” and I like a girl with spunk. She was christened “Glitta Girl”.
We began to get a bit suspicious about Glitta Girl, at around three weeks old; she just seemed different. She strutted about in a more authoritative manner and her glossy black feathers seemed a little darker than her sister’s. All of the hens began to grow crowns on their heads, but this pretty girl’s crown was a slightly different shape and color. “Maybe she is just has more pronounced features than the other girls”, we explained.
By six weeks, we were convinced something was off. While the other girl’s crowns had stopped growing, Glitta Girl’s had blossomed into a full shock of pink; it looked like a rockin’ tiara on top of her majestic head. She looked stunning and she knew it. She strutted back and forth with swagger, looking much the same way Mick Jagger looks when he graces the stage. It was a glorious sight! But again, she seemed so different than her sisters. Being the progressive parents that we are, we didn’t want to negatively affect her self-esteem or confidence so we were hesitant to affix a label on her. We did, however whisper between us that she was either the most awesome hen ever to grace this earth, or she wasn’t as feminine as advertised.
The twelve beauties that reside in the sorority coop out back are now fourteen weeks old. Yesterday we received confirmation about our suspicions. As we approached the coop in the morning to let the girls out for the day, Glitta Girl gave us her most proud, heartfelt and first time, “cock-a-doodle-doo!” I believe a name change is in order.