Penny spent several days on my kitchen table. Wait, that didn’t come out right. Penny, the delicate flower of a chicken, has had some house time recently. As she recovered from her recent injuries, Penny lived in a crate in my kitchen. There is plenty of light for her, you see. And food, too. I fed her as much as possible. Alas, I enjoy her being here more than she did. Penny was not happy away from Lucky Cluck. As soon as her wounds healed and pin feathers covered her vulnerable area I took her back to the Farm. She had to scrap a lot to get back in the pecking order, but seems to be adjusting well. I think we can all breath a sigh of relief. She’ll be OK.

Poor Penny. This sweestest of hens at Lucky Cluck with an owner who celebrates her gentle nature, doe-eyed countenance and affinity for cheese bore the brunt of a predator attack in early October. Never mind how it happened, the result is Penny spending the past week in a dog kennel healing from four deep wounds. It’s a miracle she survived the attack and I am thankful every day that she did. Her appetite and spunky personality have not skipped a beat and she has been treated to fine dining on fresh corn, watermelon, cheese, rice, wheat bread, and scrambled egg (yes, chickens love egg). In fact it may be true to say that I am suffering more from her wounds than she is thus far. Penicillin and Neosporin have worked there wonders and her wounds are scarring over nicely. As for the cat that attacked this gentlest of fowl, well let’s hope it doesn’t show its deadly paws around Lucky Cluck again.

Dear Lucky Cluckers:

Lucky Cluck Farms has a new publication! I have the pleasure of announcing that “A Guide to our Favorite Fowl” is now available to fellow chicken fanciers. The publication will be used by farm hands, rancheros, co-op members, house sitters and Doug to make sure all of the preferred chickens at Lucky Cluck get cooped up at night. The guide also make for handsome wall décor.

Best Chickens, RP

Co-op Member Alexis Will recently had the pleasure of meeting her chicken, “Blue,” for the first time. We can only image the emotion of such a meeting. It could be liken to the members of an arranged marriage meeting for the first time: First the timid glance. Next the awkward approach. Then comes, a long moment standing, shifting her weight, until she ventures another peak. The young woman, emboldened, looks up straight into the face of her betrothed (or chicken, as the case may be). She sees only beauty, grace and the fulfillment of her wildest dreams. Finally, there comes the trembling rush for toward that first tender embrace. This scene is pictured below.