Daisy

I love Daisy. When she first hatched I didn't want a "blue" chicken. Blue means gray in chicken talk. But as she grew her coloring became one of my favorites. She has her quirks. Sometimes she sounds like a duck. She is the one that got the hole broody hen club started. She doesn't like to be held and is spunky!!!


I love seeing her in the basket by the back door. I think it is a stunning sight. And when she leaves, I fetch my breakfast. Thanks Daisy.