This is her breast:
She's our newest addition, a Silver Laced Wyandotte. Fanny is named after a character in Jane Austen's Mansfield Park, a young lady adopted out of a family of many many siblings and much chaos, only to find herself with rather snooty, well-to-do relatives. This fits loosely into the sort of narrative I've been creating about my snooty French chickens, although of course Austen's book was English to its core.
Just how well Fanny will be like her meek and retiring namesake I hardly dare guess... very little like, I suspect. She seems to be something of a spitfire. Smaller than the others, she is nonetheless afraid of nothing. Lifted by The Hand from a group of 29 wild siblings, transported, and plopped down into a brooder with now only two, very tame others--Jean-Jacques and Marguerite--I imagine she is feeling quite emboldened. Marguerite may be planning her escape.
The other five boys I took to their new home in Ohio--the same place I got Fanny from. Without them the brooder seems quite empty, although I still have Jean-Jacques to comfort me. He seems to enjoy his new position as sole cock of the walk.
Spider is enjoying life as much as ever.
... and frankly, the birds don't seem to mind. It is Mansfield Park, after all... or some chicken-y version of it.
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