Hen was a white leghorn. She was flighty and didn't like to be held but would still eat from my hand. She was a prolific layer as other leghorns are. We had her for many years. Because of the personality, I am not sure I would get another leghorn. There are others I would like to have.
Henrietta would often jump up on the railing to our back stairs when she would hear us in the kitchen hoping to see what was going on inside.