Her name is Yummy and she's the cutest little hen you'd ever meet. She arrived last weekend (as a gift from my uncle Will in Vermont) and was immeadiately accepted as part of the family. Except by our precious felines, who've been acting rather standoffish; giving her really nasty looks.
Mrs. Will suggested we call her Yummy after her deceased guinea pig. I wasn't keen on it cause I never liked the guinea pig. But the process was democratic; decided after intense and rancorous deliberation. The other contenders the family threw out were: Clucky, Chickie, Fluffy, and Whitey. Care to guess which was my submission? Maybe another time huh. Oh, she does respond to Yummy.
She’s a welcome addition. Keeps the floors impeccably clean (except for the occasional dropping), loves attention, and makes a soft clucking sound that’s quite soothing. All in all she's low maintenance. We’re hoping to get a dozen eggs out of her every week, but ain’t sure how that part works. Do we need a rooster? That’d freak the neighbors out big time.
There is a problem. Alpha, Beta, and Delta – the family felines - have been going bonkers since she arrived; being deprived of our lavish affections by being banned outdoors, a situation we have to maintain until we can accommodate all parties. I’m thinking of keeping Yummy until I can fatten her up for a nice chicken dinner. Got a delicious recipe ready. But that'll be a tough call; the family ain’t gonna take that calmly. We’ll see.
