Straight comb Barred Rocks were originally Dominiques that were crossbred w/another breed (Jersey Giant) to be bigger for meat (ref: The American Dominique by Mark Fields). I decided to stay w/ the original Rose comb Dominique breed which are happy outgoing curious unafraid chicks from day 1 and are good flockmates. At least our 4 were. We have one old Dom girl "Dana" left now & the Doms have been natural protectors over the little Silkies.
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Couldn't have been the Jersey Giant. They were developed in early 20th century. The barred Plymouth rocks were developed in the early 19th century.
 
No more for me. I am at capacity. I have a few that are very elderly so they need to be cared for. And my original silkies will be 4 next year.

Where does time go? How can it move bothe slowly and so fast all at the same TIME!

12 eggs today, check out Mrs Little Chickens egg in the centre - it’s actually a good size for such a wee gal!
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You have such a beautiful assortment. 🥰
 
Gosh I sure hope it’s helping knit up those bone ends.

And as for the sisters I also should add that Ruth likely also has leghorn in her. All those hybrids do.
Did I hear leghorn?

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Please share the story..... :pop
I was living in a second floor one room apartment in a city block. I was in school so would only be there for two years.
Lovely old building. Big windows. I threw open the window and was setting up my mattress on the floor and my chair and table and in walks a cat through the window.
Did I mention second floor?
He curled up on the mattress and stayed there all day. Went back out the window at some point in the night.
For two years he basically lived with me. I fed him but never gave him a litter box.
I figured he was someone’s cat who managed to walk around the block on a tiny stone ridge just below window height.
I figured he had a name which he didn’t divulge. So I didn’t think it was my place to give him a name so I called him Noname.
He answered to Noname when I got in and opened the window and shouted for him.
Then when I was packing up to leave after graduation he looked disgusted at the packing and left and didn’t return.
Bye bye Noname.
Probably he was being fed by many people on the second floor of that city block. Smart cat!
 

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