The chickens are full grown now. They are all the same breed, but each have distinctive outfits and personalities. Quite friendly, they come running when anyone looks like they might enter the feeding ground reserved for the flock.
If you throw scratch, they sound like a herd of mini-elephants as they run across the ground to get the choice pickins’. Most will endure being picked up, and quickly settle in for a good pet—so much so that putting one down earns you a definite look of disappointment (or downright scorn).
Tomorrow I’ll show the range of egg size between a brand new chicken layer, and an experienced duck.