Chicken in the House

Penny spent several days on my kitchen table. Wait, that didn’t come out right. Penny, the delicate flower of a chicken, has had some house time recently. As she recovered from her recent injuries, Penny lived in a crate in my kitchen. There is plenty of light for her, you see. And food, too. I fed her as much as possible. Alas, I enjoy her being here more than she did. Penny was not happy away from Lucky Cluck. As soon as her wounds healed and pin feathers covered her vulnerable area I took her back to the Farm. She had to scrap a lot to get back in the pecking order, but seems to be adjusting well. I think we can all breath a sigh of relief. She’ll be OK.