Ida is one of the more feral chickens of the flock. It makes sense though, she was born under the hayloft rafters by a wacky Aracauna who is slightly flighty herself. It was a surprise hatch a few years ago. Certain chickens more than others are excellent brooders and also excellent egg hiders. We had to climb a 10 foot ladder to get to them on the day I heard them chirping.
Ida always has this intent look as if she's staring with darts.
"You looking at me?" she says before running off.
But I do love her little red top knot - sort of like a hat Audrey Hepburn might have worn in the fifties.
