You may not want to think about this as you peer into a bucket of extra crispy KFC, but every chicken has a personality. I’m not saying I’ve met a hen who’s up there with Mahatma Gandhi, but there have been a few along the way who have stolen my heart.
June does not happen to be one of them.
She’s pretty enough, as you can see. But the Miss Congeniality award may elude her. She is skittish as all get out, possibly just her temperament, probably partly due to flock dynamics. Kind of like with humans, you mean? Yeah, kinda. Let’s say you you were born a little on the sensitive side and then got pecked at pretty much every day of your life. Your world view might be just a bit skewed, right?
And say you also had a very, very tiny brain. A brain so small that you run away squawking even when someone tries to give you a juicy handful of meal worms. Poor thing. I was already to give her the Most Unlikely to Succeed trophy. But then, last week, everything changed! Miss June (named by grandson Thomas and perfectly so, because she is the color of Santa Barbara summer fog) made all the other hens green with envy when she ever so nonchalantly left this in the nesting box:
June was advertised as an Ameraucana but is more likely a mongrel breed known as an “Easter Egger” who luckily carries the Ameraucana gene for laying a colored egg. Her flock mate, Ginger, for example, was also billed as an Ameraucana but lays a rather ordinary looking pinkish-beige egg. That’s Ginger on the left, wondering how she suddenly got outshone by the little upstart on the right. Life comes at you fast, Ginger.
You’d think I’d be used to it by now after nearly a decade of chicken-keeping, but every time I step into the coop and see one of these little jewels my heart skips a beat. They are so pretty!
I don’t know if June will ever get any respect from the rest of the flock, but I love the way she colors our world. Good work, June! Lots of meal worms coming your way!