I hope one day he will become a writer. Not because I think being a writer makes you special or worthy, but because I really like what he has to say and the way he says it.
We have some problems with the other flock pecking at each other so now when the Silkies go to the Coop du Jour to range during the day, Annabel the Cannibal goes to solitary confinement at the Poulet Rouge until her Pinless Peepers arrive.
If Maureen Dowd can write about getting stoned to the bone in the New York Times, than why shouldn’t I for my stupid blog?
Ever since my friend Dawn came up with the name Poulet Rouge for the chicken coop, I have been obsessed with commissioning a painting for them. Like this … but with chickens. What better way to spend money? There is a spot by my kitchen door that has been populated by a vintage poster of Betty […]