Surfing around the internet, I started showing my children some of the different breeds of chickens and talking about how the breeds developed and what they were used for. We looked at layers; we looked at meat birds; we looked at the so called dual purpose breeds because that is what we mostly have. We even looked at the ornamental birds and that is where the trouble started.
My children fell in love with the Polish crested. Completely and totally. They thought it was the best chicken ever and our little homestead wouldn’t be complete without one.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “They aren’t much use to us. They don’t lay that many eggs and we aren’t ever going to show chickens.”
“We’ll see,” was my final word on the matter, but I didn’t reckon with Polish crested actually appearing in the feed store.
“Mom!” they shouted enthusiastically. “Mom! They have Polish crested! Oh mom, please? Please?”
And we ended up with two. I don’t even know if they are pullets or cockerels, but they are beginning to get messy hair.
Here’s my son with the golden crested. Note the developing mohawk.
Here’s what it should look like when it’s all grown up:
And here’s our little white crested with it’s perpetual bad hair day:
And a grown up roo:
So yeah. I still have no idea what we’re going to do with a bird that can barely see through it’s mop top, but they are gentle little birds and very patient with the constant adventuring the children take them on. I only hope they are pullets so we can at least get the occasional egg!
(Pictures of adults courtesy Cackle Hatchery.)
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