Today’s lovely chicken object comes from Marc’s mother: Phyllis who has seen our chickens and has heard all the stories (many times over, I’m afraid.)
This little beauty came with the following card:
Blanche has never been one to blend in with the rest of the hen house.
She’s one funky chicken who dances to the beat of her own drum.
Her prickly spikes and purple feathers makes this hip chick one of a kind.
Her proper name is “Blanche the Bumpy Chicken” (which I think may be a poor translation of some French phrase) after we passed her around on Christmas morning, however, my kids (the older ones who are home from college and those who have seen youtube documentaries) have instead renamed her –
Blanche – the LSD Chicken.
I’ve heard back from the Police department, I’ll have an update on the rooster harvest story tomorrow and will let you know what we are and are not allowed to do with out chickens in our mid-sized (live free or die) New Hampshire town.