Her eggs were a remarkable shade of pinkish-copper, with rock-hard shells. A big sister to everybody, she gave them lots of advice whether they wanted it or not. Sporting the title "Silver-Laced Wyandotte," each of her white feathers was neatly edged in iridescent black. Lucy was the fluffiest, fanciest hen in the chicken tractor. Her fluffed-out cheeks gave her the appearance of a cute clown, but she was not a chicken.um, well, you know what I mean. Pointed blue eggs with rounded bottoms were her specialty. She belonged to Briana's sister Charlotte. And she was the only one who layed good-old white eggs. She clucked with a distinct Dutch accent. Buttery golden plumage and a black tail distinguished her from the other chickens. Jacinta was a tiny, dainty, shy little Lakenvelder. Mary sighed for romance, but was afraid she would have to be a spinster. Their habit of serenading their harems at somewhat ungodly hours did not go over so well sometimes. But unfortunately, there were no roosters on Mercer Island. A true beauty queen, Mary liked to strut. A South-American model with flawless form, she popped out army-green eggs with freckles, which her owner Adam gobbled with joy. Mary was a picture-perfect Ameraucana, with blue feet, a green tail, and a little pink comb. Her sleek red-brown plumage was carefully dusted and preened, and her pointed little tail was held at a saucy angle. She was not as beautiful as Lucy or Mary, but she was Briana's favorite chicken. One of the "boss" chickens, feisty and cocky, nobody got in her way. Chicken spit is a wonderful metal-shiner.Įmma was a Black Sex-Link. Cluuuck!"Īll the birds bustled around the coop, collecting their uniforms and weapons-curved scimitars, wickedly pointed throwing stars, and miniature daggers with carefully polished blades. "On my honor, I do solemnly swear to protect the innocent and weak, to help all other birds preserve their lives, honor and tail feathers, and to support all members of United Chicken Warriors with my time, effort, and if necessary, my very life. "As members of United Chicken Warriors, we cannot allow this carnage to continue whilst we roost in comfort and security (thanks to Briana's careful construction of our coop)." The other hens all put their right wing tips together in a circle to recite the U.C.W. The other chickens all bowed their heads. "We must avenge our unfortunate sisters," said Lizzie resolutely. Just yesterday, they had been at the neighbors house down the street and had gotten into the coop, and killed and eaten three birds. The situation with the raccoons was just too much. Something has to be done." Emma saw how her words were filling her listeners with courage and inspiration-as well as desperation. "We just can't allow this to go on anymore. We have to go out there and just do it," said Emma.
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