Prior to our Great Chicken Adventure, I was utterly unaware of the wealth of heritage breeds out there, with their variations of size, shape, color, plumage, temper, and various characteristics. A chicken is a chicken, I figured; any will cluck and lay eggs – so why invest in heritage breeds?
Read more in my latest Mother Earth News post:
“Unlike hybrids, pure-bred heritage chickens breed true. If you start with a flock of, say, Wyandottes, a few years down the road you will still have a flock of Wyandottes, with largely the same qualities of egg production, growth rates, adaptation to climate, and appearance (though you can improve your flock by hatching eggs from your finest, best-looking, hardiest specimens). With mutt chickens, you can always expect surprises.”
Domestic Felicity 
I love the look of that chicken! Why does she make me think of Zsa-Zsa Gabor? Or maybe Phyllis Diller? She sort of looks as if she’s had a run-in with an electric fence, doesn’t she?
I’ve been trying to convince The Squire (my husband) to get some chickens, but so far he hasn’t shown much interest in the project. His sister and brother-in-law have about eighteen hens; they keep them in all day and let them out for several hours in the afternoon and early evening. The hens all gather round and try to get up in Butch’s lap; he pets them and talks to them, grabbing moths out of the air to hand-feed them.
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I think your hubby might be won over by some Silkies (like the one in the photo here). They are like gently clucking fuzzballs rolling around. Sometimes they need a trim to their crest around the eyes if it gets in the way.
You just try it. Sneak in two bantam Silkies, and the battle is won. :-))
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