Your girls are beautiful!
I had a Barred Rock named Tilly.
She has a rather, erm, unfortunate life.
When we were unpacking the chicks to put them in the brooder, she may have fallen into the toilet. We were able to rescue her, dry her off, and somehow she survived.
A few weeks later, she flew into the trash can and couldn't get out. We found her a little while later and again fixed her up. We think she may have had a few concussions or something similar. She also was partially blind in one eye, and didn't have very good predator awareness. She was skittish from day one, but once she was older, she was the sweetest thing! She would climb onto our laps, peck playfully, and was overall just amazingly sweet.
Unfortunately, Tilly died one Sunday morning.
She and her flockmates had been free ranging while we were at church. We came home to find feathers everywhere. Tilly was the only one missing. (this was a few years ago)
Rest In Peace Tilly.
I feel bad for her, but she was an amazing chicken.
Because we loved her so much, this year while picking out chicks we decided to get another Barred Rock. Cornflower is now just over 12 weeks, a little skittish but will probably be more friendly once older. (I've noticed that with most chickens)
Cornflower is pretty happy and has luckily not had any accidents like Tilly.
Anyway, I absolutely love Barred Rocks!
