That would be the psycho-looking black one who is poetically named Black Chicken. She was raised by a gentle-spirited hippy chick (thank you Hannah-Louise) and is just one sweet bird. She is convinced that my hands turn all they touch to edible treats and so will come running for any piece of grass I pluck, even when what she has just been eating is much tastier. I try not to disappoint her too often and have been known to sneak her strawberries and the occasional goji berry when Doug isn't looking. She is big (maybe an Ameraucana?), has beautiful gold splashes on her black feathers, and lays pale olive green eggs. I am smitten. I am also a bit worried about her as lately she seems a little lethargic and has some flaky skin around her face. She also shakes her head a lot. I'm thinking of dusting her for mites but don't want to use anything too nasty, like maliathon. Don't know if diatemaceous earth will work but it might be worth a try. Since moving away from the farm I am missing her horribly. Yes, I am officially a Chicken Sap.
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