Barbie The Swan
We found a stray chicken in the yard, still very small, a few weeks ago. So I went to buy it some food, and all I could get was budgie-seeds. And now Lettie recons it’s my fault that our little pet chicken has an identity crisis and just wants to sit on everyone’s shoulder like a budgie. But the friggin chicken doesn’t even get the shoulder thing right most of the time and then ends up sitting on top of everyone’s head J
Danika named the little chicken Barbie The Swan!
Here you have it, folks. Click on the thumbnails to enlarge the photos of Barbie The Swan.
(And I don’t want any comments about it being an ugly “township-hoender”. I know that)
(And no, I have not figured out what we are going to do with this little chicken once it’s a big chicken)
