Britta's Flock!

Hi there! Welcome to my Chicken page! Thanks for reading!

My penname is ChickenChatten, I live in Montana.

I hope to post a picture and information about my coop soon, in the meanwhile, enjoy my chickens!


Adolf was supposed to be a pullet, though I'm about 90% sure that he's not. Since he was originally a girl, his name was Adele, which for me, translated over to Adolf, or Duff, as we call him. Duff certainly isn't the friendliest chicken. He isn't willing to be caught, and boy is it something to try and catch him! When you catch him he is actually relatively calm, maybe he's just in shock, but at least he stays still! I believe that he is the chicken on top of the totem pole right now, from what I've observed anyhow. He is a very handsome fellow, anyhow, isn't he?


Shaquille was another "pullet." Yes, unfortunately I have another roo. He used to be called Shaniqua, but now it's Shaquille, or Shaq as we prefer. Shaq is a very nice chicken. He'll cluck over when I go into the coop and let me pet him. He'll let me pick him up too without a fuss. He's a big guy (the largest we have, so far of course), and at the bottom of the pecking order to the Easter Eggers, though he is still ahead of the Jersey Giants. He might very well be the lucky roo who gets to stay with us. We'll find out in time.

Captain was also a supposed pullet, which makes half of my "sexed pullets" were roosters. Gah! Captain used to easily be one of the friendliest chickens that we have, but now I couldn't say the same. He isn't as willing to come up to us, and being held he puts up a fuss, regardless of which, Captain formerly was my favorite little chick, so of course he has a special place for me.


Napoleon has quite personality! When he was little he would always hop up onto my lap and just peep and peep and peep, like it was an insult to be touching him, even though he was on my lap in the first place. He was from a straight run, so we expected to have some roosters. He was named Napoleon because he admittedly was the littlest thing. All of his brooding-buddies were growing at the same stage and then there was little loud Napoleon, with his big comb and wattles, and he still is small, second only to Rosemary.

Curry is a friendly chicken, he'll come up to me some days and some days he'll keep his distance. Usually when he visits me he'll hop up on my lap. He's relatively easy to pick up, and is generally without a fuss when you handle him. He's a big chicken too, one of my largest out of my flock. He doesn't get into too many squabbles from what I've seen, he doesn't have any notable buddies that he hangs out with either.

Colonel Sanders is easily the nicest chick that we have! He is a very big snuggly little roo, who loves nothing more than to jump up on my leg, lay down and sprawl out while getting stroked. He actually hangs out with the two Jersey Giant pullets that I have. When I come in the coop he'll peep and peep and come over to see me. He certainly is a cuddly! I'll be very sad to get rid of him. I used to think he was a girl, and when I finally figured out that he was a rooster, I went ahead and let my brother and my father name him. I didn't know who Colonel Sanders was until I recently looked it up... Despite it, it stuck. Colonel Sanders is very easy to identify because of his comb, it swerves to one side when you look at him from the front view.

I'm not entirely sure why Phillip was named Phillip. I let my brother name him, so I think I'd be better just to not ask.



Peaches is quite the pretty thing! I've been able to tell who she was since she was a rolly polly fuzzy baby - hence the name she got, Peaches. It was quite coincidental that she colored in a peach-orange too. Peaches it the friendliest of our hens, and seems to be best friends with Sapphire, even though she's much braver than her brooding-mate. Peaches is quite the talker! She has a very high-pitched voice and animatedly lets you know just what she is thinking. I love my fuzzy round Peaches!


Sapphire is a very shy and skinny girl. I was worried about her being a rooster at first, but I'm fairly certain that she is a she now, I haven't noticed any dark red patches in her fur, and I think she has a fairly average pullet coloring. She loves to be around Peaches, and has a very raspy peep that's very easy to distinguish. Sapphire was named because she is an Easter Egger, and hopefully her egg will be a greenish-blue. Sapphire is a little flighty, but she calms down when you hold her, and loves to have her face rubbed.

Rosemary is our smallest chicken, and has always been a bit of an oddball. Rose was an outcast from the start, she never quite fit in with any specific group of chicks. Peaches and Sapphire were attatched at the hip as they'd follow and swoon over Adolf, but Rosemary wasn't a fan of Adolf, he wasn't the nicest to her, she tried to be with Amarillo, Eowyn, and Colonel Sanders, but for some reason they ignored her. And of course she wouldn't be able to get in a spot with the roosters, they had no eye for a little pullet like herself. Hence being, Rosemary is confused about where her alliances lie. She'll come over to see me sometimes with the Jersey Giants, and othertimes she'll straggle behind Peaches and Sapphire, or even peck around with our cockerels, but poor Rose can't find a place to be.

Yes yes, I'm a fan of the Lord of the Rings. We also sometimes called Adolf, Sauron... but don't tell that to him. Anyhow, Eowyn is a friendly little hen. Her and Amarillo are good friends and she likes to hang around me and get pets. Her and Amarillo obviously look very much alike. Being both white Jersey Giants, there isn't much difference in their feather patterns (if any at all) which I can use to identify my Easter Eggers, and their combs are more or less so the same, so that again strikes out. I can mainly just tell apart these to by Eowyn's loud voice. Whenever I touch her, she doesn't run away but squacks loudly and stands up straight, which is quite a difference from snuggly Amarillo's little peeping. Eowyn is also slightly bigger than her "sister," but I wouldn't trust that to be confirmable.