Danz, it is really hard to see the hackle feathers on that bird but when you look at the sickle area, there aren’t any pointed feathers at all. To me the crest looks very girly. In crested birds, the males tend to have crests that grow every which way, making them look like a boy who just got out of bed and didn’t comb his hair. On the other hand, female cresteds have neat combs that go straight back, like they’ve just combed and set them that way. This bird has a very “girly” crest and that is the main reason I said pullet.
I just had a couple of things happen that are somewhat miraculous. As you know, I got the Exchequer Leghorns to work a project next spring. As they grew they all look identical so I never knew one from the other. About 2 months ago, one of them managed to fly over the 5’ fence on the hedge side of my yard. This is always a pain because I have to walk the long way around and then try to either catch them or herd them back around. But, because she is a project bird and somewhat rare and expensive, I made the trek around. I couldn’t catch her, so I started to herd her and I got her about 75% of the way around when she suddenly made a 90-degree turn and ran into the hedge. She didn’t come back out and eventually I had to give up and hope she made her own way back over the fence. Next day I saw her again and was glad she made it safely through the night but again, had to just hope she’d make it back over.
I never saw her again and figured either she made it back over or the fox got her. At that time I hadn’t sold any and still had so many I wasn’t sure how many I was supposed to have, but as I started to sell pairs and trios, it got easier to do a head count. I wound up with 6 hens – I would have preferred 7-8 but that’s just the way it turned out.
Tonight I was out doing my evening chores and saw that another had flown over the fence. Grrr. At this rate I won’t have any left by spring. She was walking back and forth on the other side of the fence like they do, and then suddenly I couldn’t see her any more so I figured she knew a way over and had already joined the flock. I did a head count; sure enough, all six were in the coop. Then I went back out and saw an Exchequer still on the other side of the fence. Yup. Miracle number one: that hen who flew the fence two months ago has survived all this time. By now she had settled down on the ground, in the snow, to spend the night, and knowing we’ve had a fox around it didn’t seem like she could continue to survive for much longer if that is where she’s sleeping at night.
It felt futile, but I decided to get my net and see if I could get her right over the fence. Since it is 5’ high and I’m not much taller, it was a stretch to get the net over the fence and of course as soon as she saw me she got nervous and walked away, but she stayed close to the fence so I followed her down the fence line with the net behind her. Finally she stopped and looked at me, and I lunged with the net, which of course made her run – back in the direction we’d just come. Somehow I was able to react quickly enough to get the net turned around and as she ran past me, she ran right into the net! Miracle number two! As I quickly pulled the net over the fence, afraid she’d jump right out before I had her secured, I kept saying aloud “I can’t believe that worked”.
So I am back up to 7 of the Exchequers and I couldn’t be more thrilled about that. I released her back into the coop and I’m sure she will be glad of a food source that is more constant than whatever she’s been surviving on for the past couple of months.