Yesterday, my Big Girl got a name.
Little Dude and I were cleaning the cage and I was finally able to pick her up. For the first time. She freaked at first, and I had to spend some time talking and petty her. I took her to the new coop, which is almost finished and waiting for them to be big enough to enjoy it, and showed her around.
Little Dude says to me, “we should call her Abigail.”
I asked her, “what do you think? Is Abigail a good name?” She listened. She looked up at me and seemed to understand. I’ve always known she was a smart girl. Now she has a name and she does look when I talk to her.
I’m thinking about calling the smaller girl Rebecca. I just hope they still look different enough to tell apart when they’re bigger.
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