|I think this might be a picture of Zella and Super Hans...|
They're impossible to tell apart unless they are all together. Buttercup has the yellowest legs, Super Hans is the bossiest, the chicken with no name is the reddest and Zella is the other one.
|...but it could equally be the chicken with no name.|
This weekend my husband is building a fence to keep them out of the garden, since it turns out I really don't like feathers or flapping. With a phobia of butterflies you might have thought chickens would be a step too far, but it seems I don't always think things through.
One of them rewarded us with an egg this afternoon which was surprisingly freaky. I know eggs come from chickens, but to have come from one of our chickens is almost a step too far. Luckily the children are fighting over who gets to eat it. We have no idea who produced it (although my money is certainly on Super Hans) so we're not sure who gets to claim ownership.