Micky, my little Black Silkie, has this peculiar habit of stopping mid-stride and cocking her head to one side as if listening to something. She sometimes stands like that for a minute or two and I often then think that there’s something peculiar in the garden, but no matter how I look or listen, there’s never anything. Then she’ll go on her way scratching and pecking as if nothing happened. But she is rather a skittish little girl, so maybe it’s just her way of being careful.
When she was a couple of days old she almost succumbed to Fowl Pox, but I managed to pull her through, but it left her much smaller (and cuter!) than all my other chickens. And with a few extra peculiar quirks!
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