Sinead's latest haircut

Terrible photo but in my defense, I was crammed inside the chicken coop, trying to install roost bars and Sinead was zipping around outside the coop door. She ran back and forth several times, peeping inside the coop each time--desperately curious about all that I was doing, but not daring to slow down lest I grab her and pull out a few head feathers. I took several photos of her, but the others were just a blur. She clearly has some head feather fuzz going on, which is good. She doesn't look so obviously like a lobotomy patient anymore, and is starting to look like a real chicken.

I don't know if she is simple or not, but she is definitely not like the others. The other eight flop into a neat heap and preen their feathers or take quick naps, while Sinead wanders aimlessly around the coop, seeminly oblivious that she is the only chicken awake. Then she suddenly realizes, is gripped with fear, and then runs top speed to join the others, flopping right in the middle of the heap, snuggling down deep into the pile, the chicken version of kids hiding under a blanket so the monsters can't see them. This fuss terrifies the others, who wake with a start and jump up, flap about desperate to figure out who is attacking them. They jump around, so then Sinead jumps around, they disperse...and then a bit later the other eight all settle back down into a napping heap while Sinead wanders off, following flies or chipmunks. Then the whole cycle starts up again.