I have to show you her little powder puff of a tail. It is very cute too.
Her feathers have all come in now so it looks like she is getting ready for a rodeo wearing her chaps. I just love all of the feathers on their feet.
This morning, it was Monday morning, I was supposed to be cleaning house and doing laundry, and what was I doing? I was sitting in a lawn chair with my camera taking pictures of chickens. Sasha was doing her job of keep the chicks safe. She takes all of her jobs so seriously.
It is hard to describe how much I love this silly dog. I have always loved dogs, cats, people, chickens, but this certain dog has both my husband and I acting like the worst kind of parents. He shares string cheese with her when he is having some, she sleeps under my bed. Things I would have never done before in a million years. It is rather scary. She gets sick and the whole house stops. It scares me sometimes.
The one with her head up I am hoping is another hen. In fact, I am hoping I have 3 hens and one rooster. None of the others are aggressive as the little rooster. But with Silkies and as I have learned in the past, you can't ever tell with Silkies. They could just be a little rooster. In 25 years of having chickens, we have only had three Silkie hens, one was killed by our other dog and one was killed by something that broke into my coop.
The one white one I still have that is older, is the only one left. If I get 3 this time I will be over the moon. None of the others have wattles. Just the little rooster. So I pick them up a couple times a day and stare at their faces.
I think I am obsessed. I hope your week is off to a good start.
Stay cool if it is at all possible,