Monday, July 21, 2008

not quite

Well, the chicks were a little bigger than that when I left for Vermont College. I just wanted to post their baby pictures. But I can't seem to find the pictures I thought I had from the few days before I left. So just imagine them bigger, teenagery, with longer necks. The previous picture was from the day they arrived--Father's Day. This one is from now.

Pictured here are Jumbo Cornish Game hens, Buff Orpingtons, Red Stars and Silver Laced Wyandottes. The one in the foreground with the black and copper feathers and the crazy head feathers is most likely a Polish chicken. She/he is the "free exotic chicken" included in my order--sometimes referred to as a "packing peanut." I'm not looking for a rooster, so I'm hoping that she/he is really a she. Time will tell.

The middle grade novel I am writing includes chickens. These girls have been a lot of research help. Wonder if they can help with the revisions.


Lynn said...

I am sure the chickens will help with revisions. Just toss the ms. pages on the ground and come back 24 hours later. Any unnecessary verbiage will be deleted/pecked at until just the perfect prose remains on the page.

Who needs a crit group? We should all be raising chickens!

Who knows, maybe they'll come up with a brilliant title, too.

But I would sure like to hear what those chickens sound like...

ellen said...

hmm, I would like to hear what those chickens sound like too.Do I have the technology?hmmm.

Lynn E. Hazen said...

We have technology...To hear the chickens simply follow the link above to a little movie "City Author Visits Country Author!"