Lady Buffy is, of course, a Buff Orpington. Bunny is an Americauna, or an Easter Egger. See? Easter Egger? Bunny? Plus, we’re all very fond of her, yes yes.
My coworker thinks Bunny might be more Bugs, less Bunny. He says she has a pronounced comb. If you are knowledgeable in the ways of chick gender identification, I don’t want to know. I’d rather just wait and see how it turns out. You see, we are already captivated by Bunny. She’s very sweet, and tiny, and when you flip her on her back she completely relaxes.
Buffy is more active – always running around, scratching in the bedding, and she’s bigger. She’ll relax in your hand, but not like Bunny. But, she’s also more curious. And she sleeps less.
If you take one out of their box, the other starts chirping loudly. Really loudly. Like, “Oh my god, where did that other chick go? I am All Alone!” Or maybe more like, “Oh my god, something has snatched the other chick! Danger! Danger!”
I say all this like we really know what’s going through these little chicken brains, when we’re really only had them a few days.
All I know is that they are too cute for words and so fun to watch.