I’m working my way through the ‘b’ list on the iPod. The Dr. Alimantato is in. I am guessing this was a “best of” edition. He gave us, “The Best Dressed Chicken In Town” today. Which while cooking zee Fritons, I thought of Darryl. Above is Darryl ( he has another brother Darryl. Together they are Darryl and my other brother Darryl ).
Way back in the day, okay before Z was born, I ran rogue chickens. I didn’t mean to run rogue chickens. It’s that we were starting this grass-fed thing and the kids and the whole baby deal … the chooks were left with a daily trip by me with food and water. The rest was them doing their thing. Everything went well, but there were a few chooks taken away by predators. Those chooks were red or white. The black girls, stayed forever. We still have them. Hearty girls. When it came time to buy thirty chickens, I recommended the black ones. I have yet to lose a black hen ( unless they are young and fly straight into a window because a stupid puppy said so ). We’ll see how black and white speckled girl goes.
Darryl is very handsome. I’d say the best dressed chook in town. The other cockerels are nice and all. OH and they do their job, but Darryl has that strut. He looks after his girls.
I have no idea what the Jamaican reference to “best dressed chicken” might be, so let’s leave it as it is written. The tune is fabulous for this warm winter we are experiencing.
The cows are in and grazing Nebraska. Happy cows.
Extra bonus should you read this far …
This gem is mounted securely in the workshop. I’m not sure what we walk away with given this message. I feel like maybe some sunglasses or some sunscreen or maybe sitting in the sun in a mumu. Oh look! sun! I’m on it. It’s naturelle!