Abbie appreciates the compliments, especially from males, even the roosters.
Elvira had her crop ripped open when Abbie found her out in a blizzard on a 0* day. She'd been out of the coop for almost 6 hours and was near dying; she was packed in snow and ice, and I put her in a box with towels and a heating pad to thaw out. I sprayed her wound with a disinfectant, and when she woke up, I tried giving her fortified liquids with an Eye dropper. They just ran right out through her crop. She got better. For weeks she leaked liquids and food from her crop, but less every day. She never seemed to question what she was doing in the house and made herself at home - followed me everywhere, sat in my lap, on the arm of my chair, never more than a foot or two away. Of course I fed her very well, and she liked to share our home cooked meals. I grew attached, but in the spring she was starting to look pretty good again, and I asked her if she'd like to go for a walk. She followed me out the door, across the yard and through the gate to the field. When we reached the shed and coop, without a moment's hesitation, she walked over to her old coop mates, said "hi," and never looked back again. From then on, except for where her feathers stuck out from her scar, I was unable to tell her apart from her sisters. Today, whenever I think of Black Austrolorps, I think of Elvira and her mighty heart.
And I called my BAs the Bossy Assies. They got chutzpah for sure.