Our largest chicken, so far, is a Rhode Island Red named Lady Cluck. She received that name after we saw her running through the brooder with her wings spread, knocking everyone else over. My 23-year-old had just finished watching Disney’s Robin Hood cartoon movie and said, “She’s just like Lady Cluck in the movie when she goes after the guards.”
This morning, I reached into brooder #1 to clean the shavings off the grit container. She (He?!) suddenly spread her wings and went after my hand, pecking. I didn’t even think. I turned my hand and flicked her beak. She backed off.
As I went to fill the bowl of food, she did it again. She managed two good pecks, which didn’t hurt, before I could get my hand holding the scoop out of the brooder. I think she knew I was kind of defenseless in that position.
I’m thinking it’s time for a one-on-one meal worm session with the snarky bird. Given her behavior and size I’m hoping she doesn’t turn out to be a Lord Cluck.
She’s near the back of this picture from a few days ago. She’s squatting, so this doesn’t show her full size: