She's living in the coop now. I feel a bit sorry for her since she seems to be a bit of an outsider. The other chickens peck at poor little Lola's feet. But she's a trooper and she hangs by herself pecking at small bits of chicken crap and runs over to you when you visit her for a cuddle.
We've decided that the only 'chicken' that we're sure is a she-chicken is now named Lucy...Lucy and Lola sound good together. Please, please, please don't grow any rooster bits, Lola!
This big guy is the one that we are SURE is a rooster. No cock-a-doodles yet, but look at that comb, man! His name is Mr. Chicken. I love this picture. It looks as if Mr. Chicken is about to take out Liv's eye and she's freaking out...In reality, she is singing to him...opera. Or her version of opera anyhow. Silly, Bean.
Oh, and look who's at the fence. If it isn't Fuck-les?! Notice that Eli couldn't give a chickens cloaca about the poultry....But Freckles, damn it.
The Silencing of a Poet
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