The media and other sources out there have always told us never to put anything about ourselves out there on the Internet. So I am going to live vicariously here through my Flock! That and my friends are tired of hearing about chickens Today, I am Giselle. I am a Light Sussex and there is nothing light about me but my feathers. I weigh in at about 7lbs. I am the head of the coop and always get first pickins. My mom speaks French to me. I am not sure why but I understand her when she calls me her petite jolie poulet. This is me and Matilda. My best friend is Matilda who is only a slight size smaller them my regal self. We share most things and point out the good food only to each other. Mom raised all of us from 1 day old in the house for the first 10 weeks. She'd spend hours with us as she worked on her lap top and we would sleep, poop, play and eat in the brooder she made. Sometimes Matilda, who use to be called Peepshow, and I would hop up on the box edge and stare at her. Matilda told stories to her about how I was the one getting out of the box and pooping on the floor but it was really her! Soon the man who has his own names for us, Stir fry, Crock pot, Stew.... , built us our own house. Mom would rearrange it constantly with our growing needs. They built it to house 6 chickens "Queen's". Anyway I don't know how they figured a house 6x9 with a 6 ft ceiling would be anywhere near big enough for the 6 of us. I tried to tell them that they didn't take into account the spaces needed for Miss Broody aka That Growling Monster in the corner sitting on her rump half her life or the waterer and feeder. Mom started out with cute wicker baskets on the floor with a checkered red and white privacy curtain. A roost she was quite proud of building herself until we all got on it and the X legs on either end collapsed. I think she might have wanted to put in lace curtains over the window and pictures of each of us on the walls. The man told her he should have added on more room for her to sleep since she was always out here with us! Anyway, my life is good. I have a best friend, I have the best food, fresh water and my own slave to meet all my needs. A warm home, a garden for bugs and a green house to go in for rainy days and great sand baths. What more could a hen need?