The Story of how Patsy & Lilly came to live at Fluffy Butt Acres
When Elphie passed I went onto Craigslist to try and locate a replacement or two.  It being November there was not much listed. I saw an ad for full grown Rhode Island Red hens.  I had RIRs when I was young so I thought why not.   They lived way longer than any of these leghorns.   So I reached out and found out that the owner was being forced to get rid of them.  He said they were good calm hens, very friendly with humans, especially his children.  I spoke with Mrs. BY Bob and she agreed so I went to pick them up.
That's when I learned they had been living under his porch.   When I arrived he pulled up the floor in his porch, reached in and plucked them up.  He was very proud of his porch coop.  Thought it was very clever.  I saw immediately that they were clearly not RIRs.  Then I looked at where they were living and thought, I need to take these hens.  This is what I am meant to do.
So I took them not really knowing what kind of chickens they even were. I did tell Mrs BY Bob they weren't RIRs but I didn't care.   They needed a better home and I thought we could at least give them that.  She was very blunt with me. 
Those are your chickens not mine.   You are responsible for them now. 
I was fine with that.   To be fair all of the early losses were very hard on her and she could not really stand the thought of losing more beloved pets.   Luckily it would be another 3 years until Daisy, the greatest hen ever, passed.
When I think of our chickens, this is what I picture as my flock.  I hope that someday the chickens I have now will be what my mind pictures, but these three yahoos own my heart as a flock.
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Mrs BY Bob did name 
my chickens.  

  So she wasn't completely disengaged.
In fact until Maleficent and Aurora, all the names were hers.