Our little Winnie is all grown up. She is also, without a doubt, the alpha hen in our little flock. She isn't too bossy but she does have a nasty habit of not allowing Greta and Phoebe near the food dish when Her Majesty is chowing down. She is also our loudest chicken, BY FAR. Oh ye faithful potential chicken farmers: believe me when I say that chickens are not quiet creatures. Our Little Barred Rock has one hell of a pair o' pipes.
In fact, I can hear her right now. She must be prepping a wee little egg. She's always at her loudest right before the egg-laying event. Not that I blame her: I'd be yelling too if I was in her shoes.
