Since we acquired our first chicken Hubby has been enamoured with the Polish chicken.  Big flouncy hair, long legs and neck . . . exactly what every fella wants in a gal.

A few weeks ago he arrived home with these darlings.

Polly (above) was given to our little dude. And for a chicken, she is all right.  Not the smartest thing to hit the ground, but she is managing well.

But this little lady . . .

She is definitely short a few bricks in her load.  Hubby figures it is because she can’t see very well since, well: the hair.  I am thinking she just isn’t a clever hen.

I am a true believer in strong agile hens that can hold their own with the flock.  Even though I have nurtured many back from illness etc they have been strong and capable.

This gal, Niko… well, I am hoping she will grow on me.