We’ve all really missed having a chicken, so last night we welcomed…um, I’m a little embarrassed by the names. So you know, I had all sorts of female duos picked out – Laverne and Shirley, Thelma and Louise, Lucy and Ethel – but I live with a 13 year-old and when John thought of it, Cooper couldn’t resist. Welcome Sammi and Snookie.
We decided on two this time around, so they won’t be lonely. Luke didn’t grow into the happy companion we hoped he would, but in fairness to him, it may be because Oreo was a rooster. John says he heard
her him? crow the morning she disappeared. Apparently, roosters of different breeds tend to fight. Luke is quite the chicken, so it’s very possible Oreo was picking a fight with his male rival.
Snookie is much more docile. If you have her positioned in your hand a certain way, she’ll rest her chin on your finger. It’s pretty cute, and she’s not much of a pecker either. Sammi already pecked at my diamond ring, not that I can blame her. It would be great if she stayed so calm; unfortunately we think she might be sick. Oreo was a fast little runner, and Snookie walks like an old lady watching almost every step. I have a call out to the breeder.
Both are cochin chickens, but Sammi is a mille fleur. She has four or five different colored feathers coming in on her chest, and she has the cutest little tail.
And then there’s Lukey D…
He’s feeling particularly needy, but the rest of us are very happy.