I had no idea, none whatsoever. My chickens are ducks. I'm waiting for them to unzip the chicken suit and pull out their little webbed feet. Really, these new little Buffs even sound like a duck. There's no cheep, cheep, no bwak, bwak. It's somewhere between a quack and a honk. They're ducks I tell you!
I'll prove it.
See the sprinkler? It's been over 100 for the past several days so the hubby decided to cool off the chicks by giving them a little shower. Sure, they are birds and birds like baths- hence the birdbath. But these guys danced around it in, soaking their wings and then laid in the puddles. And quacked.
They are ducks for sure.