MJ's little flock

[BY Bob]

"Really?"
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Someone come pick me up! Hey! Come pick me up!

 

[drumstick diva]

Looks like she really wants a HUG BTW I really enjoyed them folks. Will try falling asleep remembering them instead of the bad, bad stuff on the news.

 

[MaryJanet]

Many things brought me joy today, one of which was Ivy eating grain out of the dispenser! I'm sure she's done it before, but today I saw her do it, so I have confirmation that she needn't go hungry if she doesn't want to.

 

[Shadrach]

Is that Fat Bird? She's doing well.

It is Fat Bird. She's come to the house on her own this morning. I hope she isn't planning on sitting on any eggs.

 

[MaryJanet]

It is Fat Bird. She's come to the house on her own this morning. I hope she isn't planning on sitting on any eggs.

Oh dear... I wonder if she'd like a couple of ceramic ones to sit on?

 

[rjohns39]

Good evening folks

 

[Shadrach]

Finally got a shot of Fat Bird that shows her feather sheen and that lovely copper in her hackles. Black Marans are not really black at all. Fat Bird has everything from green to blue in there.

 

[Shadrach]

And, an arty shot.

 

[LozzyR]

Finally got a shot of Fat Bird that shows her feather sheen and that lovely copper in her hackles. Black Marans are not really black at all. Fat Bird has everything from green to blue in there.
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She’s anything but fat. How did she get such a contentious name anyway?!

 

[Shadrach]

She’s anything but fat. How did she get such a contentious name anyway?!

Well, a long time ago when I first came here there was a rooster called Major. He's the rooster in my avatar. Major's brother Oswald was the ladies man and it was Oswald who kept an eye on the hens while Major supervised everyone else.
Major and Fat Bird had a strange relationship. Oswald would bring the hens home in the evening but Fat Bird used to wait for Major before she would go to roost. They were usually the last home. Major was a big chap; too big and mean for the hawks. He didn't move from cover to cover, he just went where he pleased.
I often saw Major and Fat Bird walking up the sheep field track on their way to roost. Major would lead and Fat Bird would sort of amble along behind. Major would have to stop often on route to wait for Fat Bird as she veered off course to investigate some patch of grass or some bug she had seen while Major would wait a few feet in front impatiently tapping his foot.
Fat Bird eats a lot, and I mean a lot. I hadn't picked Fat Bird up and kind of assumed that she was indeed fat. Even Major told me she drove him mad because she couldn't pass by the chance of just one more snack. So, she got called Fat Bird.