Okay, what we've got here is an Ameraucana pullet and cockerel. Which is which? If you're like me you'd assume that first guy with the rooster-tail and the serious struttin-about look to him is the cockerel. But nope, he's a she. She's got more wing-feathers, and her tail-feathers stick up nicely already. The future rooster is the obsequious little guy with the stumpy tail. This is Skunk, who is starting to feather out in a lovely dark brick red over the shoulders. With the barred rocks we can tell the boys and girls apart from the combs, but Ameraucanas are late-bloomers of little itty-bitty peacombs.
Fiona would make a brilliant farm kid. She is eager, comfortable and assertive around the chickens, absolutely fearless, quick at catching them and excellent at predicting their behaviour. She spends a lot of time inside the chick corral. Today she got all the kids involved in a contest -- stick your bare feet through the fence into the corral and see how long you can endure the eager pecking of your toenails, cuticles and the skin between your toes. I'm not sure anybody won.