Is it my imagination, or does this Araucana hen have an Elizabeth-Taylor-as-Queen-Cleopatra eye liner thing going on? This little beauty will be four weeks old on Sunday and her feathers are coming in unevenly, making her look not unlike an awkward preteen with a strange hairdo.
In fact, the whole flock reminds me of pre-teenagers. They all look funny, they sleep late, they are eating me out of house and home, and there are quite a few "disagreements" over territory that usually involve belly bumping and loud squawking. Sounds like middle school to me.
We're one month closer to farm fresh pastured eggs than we've ever been before. And I'm excited.
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