I love my Silver Spangled Appenzeller Spitzhaubens, they’re like an improved version of Polish chickens. And I really mean that in the nicest way. I had three gold laced polish hens and it didn’t end well, they all met untimely deaths. One was picked to death by her flock mates out of the blue when they were all about 4 months old. The other two were about as bright as a broken bulb. I have a feeling their stupid behavior was tied to the giant ball of feathers crowning their tiny heads. They were adorable to watch as they bobbed along doing what chickens do. But on more than one occasion I found them wandering the hay field next door acting confused and lost and I had to herd them home.