We got a new hen from the Gulleys yesterday, we call her the Red Hen. She now lives with the White Hen and the Gray Hen. We put her out in a crate so the others could see her – Fate almost had a nervous breakdown growling and barking at her – but she is a trooper, adapted well to the roost in the dark (we keep a light on for warmth and to encourage egg-laying in the winter.
When the other two were dozing on the roost, we opened the side door and put her in. She seems to fit.
We don’t name our chickens any longer, they tend to disappear every new and then. We have come to love farm fresh eggs, they don’t taste remotely like supermarket eggs. Thanks to the Gulleys, the Red Hen is out with the other two pecking away in the pasture. I wish them all a long and safe life.