Farmyard fashion

Today, I want to talk to you about fashion...chook fashion.

First though,  I want you to appreciate the lengths I went to capturing photos for this post.

Have a look at this first picture... those girls can run when there is papparazzi around.

The six chicks we successfully raised are cross breeds.  

As such, they are not shackled by the social mores of an elite breed 

who must dress according to judged standards.

Each has developed their own style have happily mixed and matched outfits to suit their whims.

Even their choice of hose is notable.

Vera, a classy chick, wears ginger feathers with subtle highlights and eye catching, bright yellow stockings.

Whereas one of her other brown/ginger sisters has chosen to contrast her outfit with a black feather collar and stunning blue stockings.  Maybe she is the clever one and is referencing those first women who entered universities and whose uniform included the blue stockings that were the source of their nickname.  To me she always looks cold.

Heckle and Jeckle are both black with varying degrees  of contrasting brown feathers and plain black feet.  Their casual outfits suit their easy, friendly personalities. These girls don't stress about fashion, or anything else much.

Poor Hortense suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after being pecked in the eye by a foster mother.   Every time she looks in the mirror she is reminded, by her disfigurement, of this tragic event. 

She is quite flighty and highly strung, probably because of her condition
. 

To match her mood, every day she dons the same all black outfit,
but it does shine iridescent green in the sunlight.
She completes her outfit with plain black stockings.

Strangely, she carefully paints the nails on her longest toes white.  

Maybe her outfit and her toe polish are designed to draw your eye down and away from her poor face.

I had one of the girls keeping an eye out for Brewster.  It was a good thing I did, because it wasn't long before he came marching over wanting me to take a photo of his pure bred Cochin feet.  

In his considered opinion his feet set the standard for all chook feet.  

According to him, they are so big and manly and lose nothing by having had their spurs blunted. 

He is so sure of his masculinity, that he feels he can get away with wearing fluffy pantaloons right down to his toes.

And then there are the Silkies.  

Just between you and I, I don't think they will ever be fully accepted into the flock.  

The poor little things go to great lengths with their outfits and they visit the hairdresser daily...
but those feet!

Well, I suppose they could pluck their toes 

or buy some nice boots to cover their strangeness.