Delawares are mean. . .

at least my Delaware was. Her name was Della. She lives on someone else’s farm now. When she was four days old she called me because there was a cat in the house. The other chicks just sat there. By one week she had made it completely clear that she was Queen of the Coop! As Della matured she developed a nasty habit of sneaking up on me and drawing blood. Della does not live here anymore. Did I mention that already?


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  1. This Della Baby could definitely draw blood.

      • jadegardens
      • March 11th, 2010

      She hit me in the thigh a couple of times when I was wearing shorts and literally took a chink of flesh out. Took a week to heal!

  2. Do you remember the story that I told you about the woman
    who lived on a farm alone, and one of her chickens pecked
    her on an artery/vein? and she bled to death.

    Della, I am glad that you have gone to live elsewhere. If Kathryn
    cared for you so well, and you pecked her, you have problems.
    I won’t continue this——–

      • jadegardens
      • March 11th, 2010

      Ha! Yes, I remember that story, and just could not believe that the woman bled to death. But if a chicken decided your vein was a worm, it could hit fast and hard. I still think the story is urban legend, or would that be rural legend. Can you believe everyone believed her husband’s story! HA!

      This is a reason that Delaware’s are going extinct. I am sorry though, as she was a proud and beautiful hen!

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