Alien chicken...

Well, after having Mrs. Kravitz for a few days, we became rather convinced that she's actually an illegal alien cross-dressing chicken. Illegal alien because, well, chickens ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN TREES IN WOODBRIDGE. And cross-dressing because we couldn't figure out if she was a boy or a girl or a s/him or what have you. Apparently she had some rather, uh, well, ANDROGYNOUS qualities to her. And it's not like there were eggs falling out of her bum. We consulted multiple folks that are more chicken-knowledgeable than ourselves, but they just suggested that it was totally possible that she might be a Mr. Kravitz.



Trying as we were to be good chicken owners, we spent a nice spring day building her a palace. Or a coop. Whatever.



Wings is an outstanding coop-building helper.



From our chicken-knowledgeable friends, we learned that we needed to get Mrs. Kravitz a friend so that they could live in happy hen harmony. We hit up craigslist til we found Farmer Paul and Margie and I embarked on a trip to New Baltimore, Virginia.



Enter Agnes.

Mrs. Gladys Kravitz, upon meeting Agnes for the first time, immediately recognized the little yelping bundle of hat-wearing chicken (look at her sassy white feathers) and proclaimed her ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




After Mrs. K tried to kill Agnes, Margie rescued her and kicked Gladys into the barn and Agnes was ensconced in the coop. We traveled once again to New Baltimore and brought back a friend for Agnes.



This was named Gertrude.