It was my duty, really, to get her a pal. This little lady is a mottled, straight feathered Serama. And her new name is Smudge. On first sight, the ever tolerant husband thought she resembled a dairy cow, so we did toy with the idea of calling her Daisy, or Ermintrude. But ultimately, to me, she looks like a Smudge. So Smudge it is. She's approximately four months old, probably rubbish type, but a sweet little thing. Well, I thought so. Betsy took one look at the newcomer and leapt on her back in a frenzy of talons and feather pulling. Thankfully, Smudge retaliated in kind. After a brief skirmish, the two micro chickens circled each other warily and kept a respectful distance. I'm hoping that given time they will be firm friends.
Smudge the incredible one legged chicken.
She is refusing to pose at the moment, but I'm hoping that she'll settle in quickly and then I can get some better pictures.
As Betsy shows, after settling in Serama are generally nosey and friendly.
The pekins look on the new arrival with an air of resignation. No doubt they will give Smudge the 'chase them 'til they're sick' initiation as soon as allowed.
Meanwhile, the serama chicks are now four weeks old. I'm no nearer to working out which flavour they are, and have a sneaking suspicion they'll keep me guessing for a while yet. Some strains mature at a slower rate than others, and I think I might have a strain that matures at about the same rate as glaciers inch their way down the mountain side. No matter, they're a joy.
A camera shy Hoppy peers out from under Vera while a more confident Sylvie gives me The Look.
Hmmm, Sylvie, are you a boy?
This week, I will mostly be juggling free range time. I might need a spreadsheet.
What a good looking new chicken! When you say "micro chicken" is that the same as banties?
ReplyDeleteImpossibly cute! You need to update your flock list, missus!
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