This is a real conversation (as far as my memory allows) from Friday.
Paul: So how many chickens are you thinking of getting?
Eve: The henhouse is large enough for four but I think three is enough.
Me: Any thoughts about names?
Eve: Not yet
Me: How about Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup?
Eve: We are not naming the chickens after The Powerpuff Girls.
And on Sunday we became the owners of three chickens. Two of them look like this:
The names are still a bit fluid at the moment, but I definitely think that the ginger one who keeps trying to escape should be called Ginger.
Ginger’s escape attempts pale into insignificance, however, when compared to the achievements of Catchicken.