And here his is, Menina’s boy toy. We named him “House” after Dr. House from the television show with the same title. So named for his mythical limp he uses when Menina approaches… House is a constant source of comedic relief. Our intent was to find a man for Menina so that she could enjoy mothering her own species instead of wooden Hobby Lobby eggs. If House made any romantic overtures, they were obviously lost on our gal, Menina.
Persnickety thing, isn’t she? I can’t help but adore that little maneater. She’s a babe and she knows it.
Look at that confident stride? She owns that runway. And that haughty expression? No wonder House turns into a stuttering, hobbling peep around her. But enough of the match-making. Shall we take a tour of the chicken-children?
Meet Sara Beth (a.k.a. Kansas Sunshine) our psychedelic chicken. She lays green eggs, has furry legs and facial hair. Auntie Katydid and I declared her a hippy chick if ever there was one. She’s an Ameraucana and proud of it. Were she human, we feel sure that she would drive a chocolate brown Volvo station wagon covered with political bumper stickers, wear wool-blend socks with Birkenstocks, and dash about in long flowing skirts that fail to hide unshaven legs. That’s my girl.
And the dynamic duo: Buttercup and Lucy. These two are secretly plotting takeover. They are former child stars… Buttercup achieved early fame from taking her place as a header image and posing in my kitchen as the cutest yellow chick I have ever seen. Lucy enjoyed considerably more attention after parking herself on my sink faucet and getting published in Small Town Living. They have not taken kindly to their D-List status and after some dark periods they have decided to start taking minor roles in Lifetime Original Movies.
So, there’s a brief tour. We aren’t finished. Ho! Ho! Just when you thought you were safe… the chicks are getting big and are quickly making their personalities known. I leave you with a snapshot of that little bit of that chaos. And the Buff Orpingtons… our little nudists. But that’s another post for another day.