Up Close and Chickenal, Part IV

Our last chicken of the day was a Salmon Faverolle. They, like the Partridge Cochins, are also unmistakable.

They have unusual feet. Five-toed.



The one I pulled out never really calmed down.

She did this for about five seconds:



But mostly she did this:



She also squawked and cried constantly.

She was the only chicken that jumped out of my lap and started running around the room. We didn't take any pictures of that because we were too busy trying to catch her.

When we did catch her, she complained some more, so we knew we'd have to put her back soon. We did manage to get one last shot of one of her feet, though.



I guess different chickens have different temperaments. When they're all together, they feed off each other's moods. If one chicken starts flapping around, they'll all start doing it. If one gets freaked out, they all do. And some get more initially freaked out than others. The first three we held calmed down when they were one-on-one with us. The Salmon Faverolle, not so much. So now we know.

Salmon Faverolles suck.