Fancy, and not

Show offs. The silkies. I don't even know if they produced eggs. I think maybe they were at the farm just for show.

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I enjoyed being around the hybrids (plain old brownish red hens who were egg workhorses!) more, because they were silly and funny and friendly and came running when I yelled "laaaadies!".

(The watermelon rinds I usually gave them had nothing to do with their excitement on my arrival. Really. They only devoured it to be polite.)