This is Phyllis.  She's an amazing chicken.  I held her for the first time today since she's become an adult.  It was kind of amazing.  She felt different than the other chickens.  More girthy.  Like her mama (meaning me LOL).  

My last 10 chickens went to their new home today.  They did so much better than then first 5.  My son and I were smart though, we got Phyllis and Gloria, our two who aren't laying yet and are skittish as fuck, into the coop before the family came to come get them.  That way they couldn't run away.  And it worked.  All the rest were easy to catch, as once they are laying, they do the "submissive squat" and let you pick them right up.  They may not always like it, but they let you do it anyways.  

I am not as attached to these girls as I thought I would be.  The first five left and I didn't even miss them, even though two of my favorites were in that group (Precious and Jenny).  I love animals, but for some reason, I see them as just chickens.  And when I realized they were overpriced pets and were never going to bring us any money (nobody buys eggs fresh out the chicken butts anymore), then I realize I had made a big mistake buying them.  But, I will say, it was fun while it lasted.  We learned a LOT.  And one day, I would like to have chickens again.  But not here.  Not now.  And maybe never again, who knows.  

But today we say goodbye to some cute ass chickens and I hope they will be happy free-ranging on a 2.5 acre farm.