My New “Hen Bag”

I t was love at first sight. When I saw it in a catalogue, I gave a little squeal. As Christmas ap- proached, I started hinting. It was simply too perfect - simply too me - to pass up.

But even if I had an inkling it was coming my way, I never expected it to arrive in quite the manner it did.

On Christmas morning, in the mad rush to exit our house and head to the larger family celebration, Mom sent me out to feed the chickens.

I have three chickens - two hens, Mercy and Gin- ger, and a rooster, Buster. I adore them all, even when Mercy gets a little shy and Buster intimidates guests and Ginger...