Buttercup: she’s no flower
The bigger Buttercup gets, the less appropriately named she is. She ain’t dainty. A typically gigantic Buff Orpington hen, she thunders across the garden making the ground shake. She is enormous, and nowhere near fully grown. We won’t get any eggs from her until January next year at the earliest. She weighs in slightly heavier than your average cat, and like all our hens has her own distinctive voice: her sound is something close to what you might get if you mixed an elephant’s trumpet with a car horn.
Thankfully, Buttercup is a big softie not only in having about four inches deep of fluffy yellow feathers before you get to her actual body, but also in her personality. She’s very sweet with people, but has been known to occasionally be quite vindictive towards the other chickens. She can no longer roost with the other hens on the perches, and instead happily sleeps on top of the nesting boxes. She’s simply too big and heavy for a perch to hold her weight, and can no longer fly as her wings are ill-equipped to carry her bulk into the air. Not that she minds. She does quite well running around in the garden.
tags: buff orpingtons, Buttercup, garden, hens, livestock, pets, poultry
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