Mine were based on some of our hens on grandfathers walk that were covered by a grey toppy cock (first grey I recall ever seeing. Pullet was an early season hatched silverquill that escaped normal harvest by roosting in a hard to spot location in old farrowing house. She was one that was planned to be kept owing to her mother, Stag was gold duckwing half-sibling that did not make the June 1 cutoff or get a trip to Sunday dinner because I hid him in a second burlap sack when pulling him off roost. I had been eyeing him for a months so really had intent with him. I hid both for a full month from everyone trying to protect those two prizes. Later turned out grandfather new what I was doing by next morning and was double checking care. I was only about 7 so double checking needed. Those birds were my training bed and pullet was around a good seven years later but she does not figure into what I have now, sadly as she proved to be a producer of consistent quality offspring despite being a cross.