Plucky the Terrible Terror

It’s choke-your-children-with-coin-studded-pancakes-day, and I had unexpected time off with a barfing child (unrelated to pancakes). While she sat on the couch watching an old anime version of the Wizard of Oz, I painted my favorite and best chicken.

Plucky has survived the pox, learned to crow like a rooster, lays cute little eggs, naps on my lap, and likes chocolate chip cookies. Probably she shouldn’t be eating chocolate, but after she survived eating my titanium paint I stopped worrying about her diet. She gets chicken scratch and oyster shells like she’s supposed to, everything else is up to her. She’s 3 years old, so far so good. Also, she bites. I like nice people with a mean streak.

I think I love painting chickens. Oh no.