This was Gedit. She was about seven years old when she died in a pointless accident.
She never laid an egg, but once a year she would leave her tribe and go and sit on any eggs in her tribes coop for a few hours.
She was a big hen and one of the most gracefull movers I saw there.
She was also very mellow in temperament but from around one year old she remained the top hen until her death.
Everyone got on with Gedit; her own tribe and hens from the other tribes.
There was short time when she roosted on her own and Harold the main man in tribe two invited her to move in with him, his misses and their offspring. She stayed one night and never returned. Harold was always lovely to her.
I though she was lovely too and it broke my heart when she died
This is Gedit and her half sister Myth. They had the same mother but different fathers. They both developed that Marans cross grey with reduced copper in their hackles.
This is Gedit with her tribe. That's Myth (Gedit's half sister) front left. Donk, front right. Notch the tribes rooster. Gedit in the middle. Knock, Donk's daughter on the left. The white hen grooming by the palm stump is Dink. She was Donks grandmother. The hen in the dust bath at the back of the stump is Freya, another of Dink's daughters.
Freya did not like her mother Dink. I never worked out why. Freya made her mothers life a bit of a misery for mmany months. One evening when Freya had been behaving prticulalry badly Dink went up a tree to roost and Freya got in with Gedit. The rest had another coop.
In the morning when I opened up Freya staggered out of the coop, comb all ripped, black eye, blood and snot all over the back of her heas and a wing strain.
It seems that Gedit who was as mild as one could wish for had enough of Freya and beat the crap out of her.
Freya never bothered her mother again.
This is Lock one of Barking Brackets daughters. She never laid an egg either and also had a similar mellow personality to Gedit. There were three roosters in her tribe, none of them bothered her and when Barking Bracket hatched her next clutch if the cockerels went to bother Lock one of the senior rooster would sort him out. All the hens seemed to like her and she did have a couple of attempts at crowing. An interesting thing was she would wait to eat with Mag the most junior rooster until the hens had eaten
There was one other called Latch who got rehomed with her brother who apparently never laid an egg either and crowed along with her brother.