The soap opera that is our flock!

Several of the hens now have names.  It is hard to not give them names when we get to know their personalities.  And all the drama of them trying to establish a pecking order is like watching a made-for-tv-mini-series.

Ron the Rooster, the smallest of our flock, is, unfortunately, at the very bottom of the pecking order, though he doesn't know it.    Yesterday most of the chickens were in the coop.  We hear, "CACKLE,CACKLE,CACKLE!"  Out shoots Ron at top speed!  It happened several times.  Then when they went in to roost last night, Ron wanted to roost on the highest rung, but it was already full.  So, he climbed on top of the hens already up there, then down he came in a flurry of feathers.  I have to say he is persistent though. This morning he was on the top roost.

 

We  have one very beautiful girl who is almost all white that we named TAPS...white/ghost/ghost hunters...  Shofar has a little bump for a comb, like a horn. She is very friendly and likes to peck at my toes.  Hillary is named after Sir Edmond Hillary, since she is the adventurous one who often goes off by herself.  Jezabel is the big, golden bully who is shooting for top hen.  She enjoys putting Ron in his place.  Penny, as in Henny Penny, is the littlest golden and just a little dingy and scatter-brained.  She is always running around in a tizzy.

The four others haven't been named yet.  I'm sure the kids will come up with some crazy names.  I'm just hoping we don't end up with a "Barbie" or "SpongeBob".