Meet My Chickens. Buckaaaaaaaaah!

Are you guys curious about my chickens, their names, and their personality profiles? I am sure you are. That is why, today, I am going to introduce you all! They are a large part of my day. Not because they are high-maintenance ladies, but because they are so cute and so much fun to watch and I go out side with my cold ice coffees often to say hi, check for eggs, and share my leftovers.

But before we do that, I think you need a Richardson Farms update. Just a quick one. K?

Also... Make sure you read to the end, because there may or may not be an opportunity to

NAME...

THAT....

CHICKEN!!!!!

We've got 1 billion cherry tomatoes flourishing right now. Green, red, orange, and yellow. Absolutely gorgeous (though next year I will read the package and be sure to have some full sized haha). We've got jalapeños, green and yellow peppers, and zucchini out the freakin' wazoo. Seriously. So much zucchini. So there is the brief snyposis on the garden.

And now... the pièce de resistance!!! The CHICKENS!

First up we have WEBSTER.

Webster is a cutie. She pretty much keeps to herself and is the pacifist of the group. She doesn't really get into fights when I throw food. She minds her own simple business. In her spare time, she likes to eat bugs, clean up and organize the coop. She isn't yet laying eggs. Keep routing for her. I know she has it in her.

Next up we have Dolly Parton. She is the beauty queen. Can't you tell? Check out her huge... claws. Muhahaha. She's got gorgeous blonde feathers and she knows how to flaunt them. She also lays blonde eggs, which is really cute and appropriate. Also appropriate is that they are HUGE. knockers. boobs. melons. rocky mountains. 

Phew. OK. Now I have vomited my Dolly Parton associations. 

In her spare time, Dolly Parton really loves to drink. Seriously. You will always find her at the water bin.

Next up we have Willie Nelson. We named this poor girl after a boy. I feel really bad about it. But not really. Because its hilarious. And she hangs out with Dolly Parton all the time. And since they are both friggin awesome country legends, it's only appropriate. She spends most of her time cheering the rest of the birds up by singing. Seriously. She is loud. Really loud. She is not yet laying eggs, so three cheers for Willie Nelson. You can do it! You can do it!

Now, I introduce to you, Bull. Bull was our first egg layer. She is the first at everything. Because she is the biggest and baddest. She pecks the others when they eat food. She leads them in and out of the coop at night (yes, they go single file and it is so cute). But for some reason, I love her very much. She is the least scared of me when I go out to say hello, and she will eat out of my hands. She also does this cute little waddle and sit to let me pet her which I later found out means that she is ready to be mounted and impregnated, but I will just leave that part out. In her spare times she likes to push chickens down and then make them follow her around (kind of like me in middle school). She also lays big eggs. Thanks, Bull.

Next up we have a very special lady... Whitey. No. Not because her feathers are white (thought it is very "suiting" ... muhahahaha). I'm not a racist. It's more like Whitey from 8 Crazy Nights... A Jewish cartoon, starring Adam Sandler, in which the lead character (Whitey) is really moral and loving.

Alright. That's now why she is named Whitey. It's because of her white feathers. And because when Burley's BFF was in town, he named her that and it stuck.

But Whitey is by far the most adventurous. She is also really goofy. Wily Whitey. Whitey has flown the coop MULTIPLE times. The first day we had her she flew on top of the door to her pen, looked at me with her daring eyes, and then HOPPED OVER THE FENCE into the neighbors yard (equipped with two huge white boxers) just to spite me. I freaked, I chased her. Yes. I chased a white chicken around my neighborhood. My city street in Denver. Ah. I wonder why my neighbors don't talk to me?

Anyways. Whitey has also flown the coop while Mace Face was in the backyard. So yes. She has faced death with her wily whitiness and lives to the tell the tale. 

Actually, as I write this, Whitey is sitting on top of the door to the coop, staring into my office window. Begging me to push her over the edge. "Just try... try to catch me...."

Needless to say. Whitey likes to raise hell in her spare time.

Last, but not least, we have No Name. That's right. This poor bird doesn't have a name. Everyone seems to get all up in arms about this when they meet my chickens. But... Don't judge me people. I don't like to just give meaningless names to living creatures. What if Adam did that at the beginning of time? Then dogs may have been called pepperonis and bears may have been called scoochers and lions, the ever majestic lions may have been called like... cupcake or something. What?

They have to OWN that name. There has to be a REASON for that name. And this little bugger hasn't called anything to mind yet.

The truth is, I don't even know if she is a chicken. I think she might be a pheasant or something. Jury is still out. She is also scared of everything, and doesn't even come to eat the food I put out, until I walk away. What a little twit. She is pretty tiny and cute though. I will give her that. And though she is the smallest, she holds her own (mostly because she just runs away when things get rough). 

But here is where you come in. Wanna name my pheasant chicken? You do? Ok?! Why don't you comment below and let me know what you think her name should be. Multiple entries are encouraged. One lucky winner will have their shout out on Thriftary when I announce it. GO!!

And that's it. That's my brood. And those are the eggs that they lay every day and I love them so much for it.

Gosh. Ladies, I just love you. Take a bow for how awesome you are...

Well done. Well done.

So now, I will send you off with a few other shots of Richardson Farms. Come on over some time. Me and the girls would love to have you.

TTFN,