Chicken Lady

[crystal_prism]

So, last night we had Christmas Dinner with Christie's family, including Dawn and Richard. It was lovely. I was supposed to attend a movie with some other friends, but I never made it. So, instead we decided to do some last minute shopping for the pets and a quick appetizer at TGIF's. Upon leaving the restaurant parking lot Shel says, as only he can, "Is that a chicken?" Sure enough, there was a chicken sitting in the gutter looking cold and lost. I hopped out of the car and went to investigate. She was such a sorry little thing. She had clearly fallen out of a semi packed with chickens. She was mostly bald, her comb was cut off, as per usual and she was filthy. The smell was disgusting. But, she was unharmed. I walked up to the gas station next store, wondering what I was going to do with a wayward chicken. I offered her to the first dude I encountered, but he seemed frightened. He looked like a redneck and not to stereotype, but aren't those guys supposed to know how to field dress and grill critters? I mean, a free chicken for Christmas dinner would be awesome, right? You can't get much more fresh than a live chicken. Anyhoo, I stopped another man on his way inside and ask him to get me a towel or box, because priority #1 was to stop touching the naked poo-poo chicken. He did my bidding with a smile. A friend of his hopped out of the SUV, looking quite dapper and said he'd like to have the chicken. The guys were on their way to a party and were sure the chicken would be a hit. It sounded a little Animal House, but it was better than the cold gutter, or my living room. (Did you know chickens shiver?) They promised not to hurt her, but confessed that they planned to eat her for Christmas. Having no other alternative, I handed her over. I hope they kept their word and that she tasted fantastic.
Farwell, Christmas Chicken, we hardly knew ye.