Gretchen turned me from a hater to a lover. What greater tribute can I give than that? For years, pre-Gretchen, I urged co-op members not to get naked-neck chickens. No, no, no—anything but a turken. From day one, she changed all that. She drew me in and I couldn’t stop staring at her. Months later, when flock would come running toward me, I only had eyes for her. She stood out—glorious naked neck and all. But it wasn’t just her grotesquely gorgeous appearance: Gretchen was a curious, expressive, bold, and endearing chicken. I’ll always remember her.