We have four Mille Fleur d'Uccle's. We raised them from chicks and handled them a lot.
It has paid off in that we have four of the friendliest yard ornaments you would want.
We wound up with two boys and two girls. The two boys get along well, but they are still young at three months.
They all eat out my hand (they LOVE grapes and hotdogs), but one girl holds back until she sees the others pigging out.
They chatter a lot and follow you everywhere. The boys are NOT aggressive, but they are not mounting the girls yet. Time will tell.
The boys loud voice is very high pitched, so I'm glad we don't have nearby neighbors.
They jump the hotwire fence to avoid the big chickens and hang out under a row of Leyland Cypress trees all day.
While they do get in the three raised garden beds, we hardly notice where they scratch. They keep the bugs under control.
In the evening we sit on the patio and they all come up and beg for treats. They have us trained.
The dominant Mille rooster had a confrontation with our flockmaster Barred Rock. (David vs. Goliath) They ran up to each other, bumped chests, flaired capes,
then stared at each other, turned and went their separate ways. I call it a draw. They seem to have forgotten the incident and now ignore each other.
We love these little birds and hope to hatch some next spring.
It has paid off in that we have four of the friendliest yard ornaments you would want.
We wound up with two boys and two girls. The two boys get along well, but they are still young at three months.
They all eat out my hand (they LOVE grapes and hotdogs), but one girl holds back until she sees the others pigging out.
They chatter a lot and follow you everywhere. The boys are NOT aggressive, but they are not mounting the girls yet. Time will tell.
The boys loud voice is very high pitched, so I'm glad we don't have nearby neighbors.
They jump the hotwire fence to avoid the big chickens and hang out under a row of Leyland Cypress trees all day.
While they do get in the three raised garden beds, we hardly notice where they scratch. They keep the bugs under control.
In the evening we sit on the patio and they all come up and beg for treats. They have us trained.
The dominant Mille rooster had a confrontation with our flockmaster Barred Rock. (David vs. Goliath) They ran up to each other, bumped chests, flaired capes,
then stared at each other, turned and went their separate ways. I call it a draw. They seem to have forgotten the incident and now ignore each other.
We love these little birds and hope to hatch some next spring.
