This afternoon I threw out some overripe tomatoes, trimmed the feathers on one of Welsie's wings and let her loose with the other chickens. That's her on the left, between two of the Rhodies. I don't know if the Rhodies first thought she was one of them and then realized their error or what, but shortly after I took the photo below, one of the Rhodies attacked Welsie; it looked like a cock fight for a moment!
But Welsie is not a small or timid hen; no, she is a statuesque and self-possessed lady, and doesn't take guff from anyone (okay; except for Tawny once in awhile). Isn't she striking?As you can see, she has a myriad of brown tones over her body, and the feathers on her neck and back are beautifully etched. Is this called a partridge-type pattern?
And tell Guerdon not to worry, Tammy; there have been no chocolate eggs yet. (He told her that if that hen laid an egg on the trip to bring her back home, as they haven't seen a Welsummer egg yet. Either her free-range chickens have been hiding them, or the Welsummer pullets are slow to start producing!)
That's it for now from . . .