…and she is a little chicken. I call her the chicky-wicky. She was bullied by her siblings so she needs some TLC on the sideporch. Luckily Katie Conway was here for her arrival and took this hilarious photograph, which really captures how excited I was about getting a little chicken, because in very few circumstances would I walk down the street in a bikini.
And here she is a couple of days later, when she hopped into the kitchen looking for me like the precious little chicken that she is.
Little things are my favorite things.
panache, perhaps 