Okay, now I've bagged the poor Faverolle time and again as being rather feather-brained and they're gone now but I do have to admit they're incredibly tollerant of 2 year olds hauling them all around the garden. Even when he walks away it sits in the last spot he ploinked it.

I pick a 'mah-to for you chookie. 'Ere oo go!

Mumma chookie ate a MAH-TO!!! *hysterical giggle fits*

*MU-WAH* Kissed da chookie mum!