Here is a photo of Blanche and Pearl on a backyard outing when they were about three weeks old, maybe a little older. They were still spending most of their time in the brooder, not quite ready to join the others permanently outdoors.
Blanche is the larger chick in the lower right looking for something to eat. Pearl is the smaller chick in the upper left hoping to have a good profile for her photo.
Pearl was always the more rambunctious of the two. She was hardly ever still and hardly ever quiet. Blanche has been a model of patience for chickens and people everywhere. She would always put up with Pearl’s silliness and just kept eating.
And Blanche did eat. A lot. And Blanche still eats. A lot more. Blanche turned out to be the largest of all my chickens. She is much bigger than Pearl now by comparison, and her comb and wattles are easily twice as large.
From the very beginning, I believe that Pearl had a plan. She was going to be quiet. She was going to mind her own business. She was going to keep her head down. And she was going to eat everything in sight and become the largest chicken anyone in the world (or at least in our neighborhood) has ever seen.
Then she could keep her head up high. Then she could have her choice of the best sunny spots and the best dustbath spots. Then she would not have to worry about any of the other chickens pecking her. Then Pearl wouldn’t be climbing all over her and annoying her.
Blanche’s plan was successful except for the last part. Pearl still crawls all over her and all under her and does everything she can think of to get Blanche’s attention. But they are inseparable, and I’m unsure what Blanche would do if anything ever happened to her best friend Pearl.
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