I swear, those Buffs are the friendliest chickens I've ever seen. They see me coming and they start peeping, then they run from the coop up to the henhouse which is elevated above the coop so they can jump into my arms and crawl up to my shoulders. If I take them out of the coop and put them in the yard, they follow me around like a dog.
I had 3 of that breed at that age and went down today to pick up a couple more but they had just sold out of that age group, so I picked up a couple 8 week old Buffs instead. They're only 3 weeks younger, yet they're half the size of the 'older' pullets.
That gives me two Naked Neck hens, one paranoid Leghorn hen, the biggest and fattest goddamned rooster I've ever seen, and 5 Buff Orpington pullets.
That rooster's so fat that when he starts feeling his oats and flares on me, I can just walk fast and outrun him. He's so damned fat I've seen him laying on his side to eat. He's so fat that when he runs he reminds me of the fat boy in high school gym class running, legs pumping up and down and from side to side and still in last place.
He's so fat that the only time he can get laid is when I've got the adult birds locked up in their coop and he can corner a hen, otherwise they just walk away real fast.
