…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
So the rest of the chickens are pretty nondescript. They are varying shades of gray to black, and I can’t tell them apart. I don’t even really know how many there are of these chickadees. They are (presumably) Frances’ chicks with Noah as a father.
The hens lay blue to green eggs, and the roosters are going to go on the chopping block if the April chicken auction is cancelled due to COVID-19.
