Mrs. chickendad,
I think I have an up and coming Barbara.
Instead of coming into the chicken coop with her sisters and lucky the rooster last night, she decided to fly up on top of the roost and get stuck in the bird netting. She actually seemed pretty sleepy and content when I found her this morning. Almost like she'd slept in a hammock.
She chases around the wynadottes and the RIRs, ate some of my chard before I got netting up around the planter.
She constantly growls, second only to my leghorn.
She looks at me with the most condescending, pained and long suffering looks when I insist on scratching her back after I spread scratch in their coop.