Cosette was a white crested white polish hen. She was kind of a ding bat but she knew her name. If she was out foraging in the woods and I called her name, she would raise her head and listen until I called her again then she would come running from the woods to see me. Unfortunately, because of her heavy crest of head feathers she had to move slow to avoid crashing into things. She was a loveable hen that enjoyed being held and carried around.