It has been said, only partly in jest…

That for a chicken to be given a name on TUAK never works out well for the chicken. So far the only exception to that is Agnes the Red, and that was a close thing.

I’ve decided to name him “Marlon.”

He nailed me a good one this afternoon. I wasn’t paying enough attention, getting ready to fill the water bowl, and he flew over it and spurred me in the hand. Didn’t break the skin or anything but it still kinda smarts.

Marlon, say hello to my li’l frien’.
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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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