Or maybe they are redheads.... well, no matter.These lovely little buffs are the ones you always see running through the farmyard or the village in any Masterpiece Theater Period Movie.
And no wonder! They are divine actresses, loaded with personality, and oh so lovely with their little rosy faces and pretty pink legs.
Mine are only 3 months old but when they are full grown, they will be ever so fluffy and fat and feminine. Except of course the rooster. He will be grandiose and manly. They will lay lots of huge eggs! I can't tell them apart yet, but they have names anyway: Demelza, Prudi, Verity, Elizabeth and Connie. OH , and of course, the rooster is POLDARK .In case you don't recognize any of those names, they are characters from a series of historical novels by Winston Graham called "Poldark" and a1975 BBC television series based on the books. I just loved those stories.
And these are our new dandys.... Only 1 year old and not sprouting tail feathers as yet. If they turn out half as wonderful as their daddy, they will be beautiful grownups.
This is the DADDYThey certainly haven't exhibited much personality yet. They just sort of sit up on their big log perch and look down upon we mere mortals.
But Look at the GREAT OUTFITs these youngsters are wearing:
Little white pantaloons, stripy black and white stockings, a green irridescent turtleneck, a multi-colored coat and tails and a splotchy, polka dotty sorta- like vest. And a sporty little headpiece! Such Dandys!
I am guessing they just aren't used to their new home. They have been living in a pen only 5'x10' for a year. Now, they have acres to roam and a huge barn to enjoy. I am so happy to give them a good home. We named them Gus and Woodrow ( Lonesome Dove). I know these aren't elegant names like Shakespeare or Alexander or Lord Byron , names worthy of a Peacock. But they are named in remembrance of a pair of TURKEYS I once had.
Those turkeys ran away.... into the woods.... lookin for love..... with the wild turkey ladies! I am pretty sure they lived happily ever after, since I saw about 11 young turkeys in our meadow a few month later.... they looked quite domestic. But I do miss their gobbley little voices.