I've cared for flocks of chickens before, both my friends' birds and the ranch I worked at. But my first real coop came with my first flock of my own. There's Falkor, a rather, erm, *special* salmon faverolle, Krist-hen Chenoweth the bantam, Idina Hen-zel and Meg RyHen the black sexlinks, Becky the EE, and last but not least, Christina Hen-dricks the RIR.
Christina was the leader of the flock, and by far the most social- she would come running when she heard the sliding door, and would "talk" with me back and forth. She would also get the others to do what I was asking, including helping me get everyone back to the coop at night.
About a month after we brought them home, a dog was harassing the chickens through the run... And as I was running out to help them, out comes Christina, telling the dog exactly what is what. She was such a wonderful bosslady chicken and I could not help but laugh in surprise! She fended him off and he has yet to try and come back unto my yard.
Christina was injured badly while protecting Falkor from the neighbor's awful cat (the cat no longer lives with the neighbors) and had to be put down. I miss her sweet and sassy attitude, and seeing her streak across the yard to greet me. Truly a special bird!![]()
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Christina sounds like she was an awesome girl. Sorry for your loss.