One day when the coop was not quite ready, and the girls were still in the stock tank, I lifted the hardware cloth cover off of it to carry a load of dirty shavings out to the compost pile. Suddenly I heard a horrible squawk that sounded like a chicken being tortured.
I raced back inside the barn, ready to defend my girls—but there was nothing there, and they were looking at me perfectly calmly. Then Carmen, my most beautiful girl with that hint of red in her feathers, stre-e-e-tched her neck up and croaked, “Er-oo!” It was a pretty poor excuse of a crow, but even an old city girl like me could hardly imagine it to be anything else! Oh, my gosh! Carmen wasn’t a chicken—she was a rooster! A rooster in drag! Unfortunately, after nearly two months, it was way too late to think of the imposter being anything but Carmen, so Carmen he is and will remain for the rest of his time at Zephyr Hill!
Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Great Impersonation, Part II
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Well, I think Victoria is a beautiful name for a chicken, if I do say so myself! (Though I might be a little biased..)
ReplyDeleteThe coop Uncle Herb made is so pretty! I can't wait to see it and all of the chickens!!
Well, I wishh I could say they'd lay you a pretty blue egg, but at least they'll lay you a delicious brown one! And yes, Victoria makes an elegant name for a chicken.
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