Poor Mrs Crankypants. My favourite chook. She was a narky little thing…always telling me off for not getting to the chook run faster with tasty titbits; leaping on top of the coop to complain and then leaping off to try and sneak something to eat before the others chased her away. She had personality. I originally named her ‘Disney’ because she was snow white, but you know how some pets just name themselves? That was Mrs Crankypants. She was a Lavender Araucana and was the only one of my two who actually laid blue eggs. (Her sister, Lady Grey, lays totally white ones, which aren’t as much fun.)
little Pudgy. She and Hazel (who is shellshocked and hasn’t moved from the nesting box for two days) were raised from day-old chicks by Evan16 a couple of years ago. I used to call Pudgy the ‘Tourette’s chook’… she’d make the most extraordinary noises and was also packed full of personality. She was a barred Plymouth Rock – an American breed of chook raised for both eggs and meat. Once she grew to adult size you could see why. She was MASSIVE! You could imagine a pioneer family sitting down to Christmas dinner around a well-cooked Pudgy, enjoying the meal. There’d be sure to be leftovers.
The winter solstice brought more than a cessation of shortening days to The Frogdancer household and the gradual return of my voice. It also brought a fox.
Thermomix recipe: Lemon-Berry-Vodka Margaritas