Yesterday we learned that the Father-in-Law won the right to name our Barred Plymouth Rock Chicken.
And the winning name is . . .
Not to be confused with Chuck Norris obviously.
Now that the chicken name’s outta the bag, I have two more winners to announce. These two Reds need names as well so Petey drew an additional two Easter eggs from the drum.
And the winners are . . . Ann and Doc!
Which brings me to the problem with all this chicken naming business.
First off, Cluck Norris looks more like one of the Reds than the Barred Plymouth Rock. Secondly, Ann wants to name the Barred Plymouth Rock instead of one of the Reds.
Thirdly Doc wants a video of his chicken before he can name her.
This is all getting very complicated.
So I’d like to reprise this post and reintroduce your Barred Plymouth Rock Chicken.
Please meet . . .
I will reintroduce Cluck Norris and the second Red once The Husband figures out how to tell them apart. I think Cluck Norris needs a bandana. Or a machete.
And the second Red can’t be named till Doc sees a video. So hopefully the next post will be from The Husband and it will be a video. Then we have to wait for Doc to make his decision.
Yikes this chicken naming business is rough.
BIG thanks to our new winner Ann for all her help. By the way Ann’s latest blog post is completely coincidentally about chicken so you really should go check it out here. I SWEAR it’s not Mistress Billington she cooked up for dinner. You’re going to want to see the pictures she took. Unless you’re a vegetarian. Then don’t. But everybody else should click on over. But not till you finish here. We’re almost done though. But then you should totally go. There may be a picture of chickens holding hands, er feet. It’s feet for sure. Chickens don’t have hands.
And to the Father-in-Law. Father-in-Law, sorry your name got bumped from the Rock to the Red but honestly, you needed a little reality check after asking where your prize money was. Seriously though, awesome name.
This isn’t a question, but I wanted too share that The Husband would have named the chicken Gregory Peck if his name had been drawn. Of course since I never put his name in an egg he had no chance.