New Arrivals

Four new girls have checked into the Palais des Poulets this week. Grace Jones, an Ameraucana named for her White Mohawk-like tail, arrived for an extreme makeover. She has taken to the yogurt treatments and fruit cocktails and should be a beauty before long. She arrived with 3 Partridge Rocks named Cher (checking in for help with her flat bottom), Queen (checking in for help with her fat bottom), and Godiva (checking in with her friends for moral support). They will pay for their stay with brown and blue eggs, although so far, they are late on their rent. We are hoping it's just because they have been too busy being chased by potential suitors.

It's official!

We are farmers, as of today. We went out to Bent Willow and I was in the coop with John, Jim and their friend Greer. All of a sudden we heard a terrible squawking noise. We have become accustomed to the sound of King Tut jumping all the girls, but this was even more intense. John and Jim ran out of the run and swung open the main doors of the hen house to see what was going on. Next thing I know, I hear “It’s an egg!!! It’s warm!!!” It was right next to the egg boxes, in a spot where Tut likes to rest next to his girls. I was so thrilled that the boys found it. The excitement was palpable. Jim was furious that we were going to take it because he wanted a baby chick. I explained to him that the hen did not sit on it, so she didn’t want a baby chick. If it was left, then it was meant for us. We then went to the garden and picked two cherry tomatoes and some french green beans. What a gratifying day!

For those wondering about the fate of the egg, Jay scrambled it in brown butter and served it on toast. It was delicious!