1. Chickens are finally big enough to tell apart. One rooster, nine hens. Lucky. His name is King Ranch Chicken (Rooster technically). The only other one with enough personality to warrant a name is the smallest blk one. Chicken Little.
2. Mocha is dead, not sure how it happened. Letha fell apart when she found out. On my shoulder. Tried not to laugh. Did pretty well I thought.
3. Sydney has been adopted! Oh happy day. To a family right down the street. (we have a running wager how soon she'll escape and be back home.0
4. Cowboy is forlorn without Sydney and so turns to a exciting career as an escape artist. He's good, but can you really call it talent when he so big he just leans on the door, and all the latches, wires, bricks, etc, give way and it swings open for him?
5. Bear is finally eating out of a bowl, a mixture of puppy milk and cat food. I am relived. Looking forward to a full night of sleep somewhere in the near future.
6. All other fish, rabbits, and cats are fine, or annoying whichever was their usual state.
2 comments:
And I'm great a names! And I diciphering chickenalities. Well, I'm good at diciphering fishalities etc... I'm pretty sure I could spot the eccentricities of a chicken as well.
Well Mel, come over sometime and you can help name a few. But I do like to stick with the "chicken" theme, you know, Noodle Soup or Sweet and Sour, etc.
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