This little black hen won’t stay off the porch lately. She found it and she loves it. I can’t blame her–I love the porch, too, and I have a soft spot for her. I call her the crooked chicken because her beak is crooked. (Can you see it?) It hasn’t hurt her–she’s popular with the boys and she’s a year and a half old now. She was hatched from my first incubator batch last year. (Her beak was crooked from the start.) She always seems to be stylin’ despite her homely appearance. Which makes me feel good about myself when I’m out there on the porch in my long johns…..