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(Personally, I think she’s off her rocker, wherever that is.)
Well, mama is a bit perturbed right now because her beloved “acquired” chickies, who come running when they see her now, thinking dinner will be served (!), have gotten finicky. They’ll only eat pasta with olive oil, not plain! And they won’t touch cooked lentils but adore polenta with parmesan.
Jeez.
I can’t believe mama is doing this. She may as well open a restaurant here called the Vrai Poulet or something like that, maybe The Chicken Shack…but why am I wasting my time thinking up names for a RESTAURANT FOR CHICKENS?
I have much better things to do, mama, so stop pestering me about what to feed those spoiled birdies.
I think mama is running fowl of this project, haha.
Hey, there’s a name – The Finicky Foul Cafe!
Spoiled rotten, that’s what these ladies are…and I’m watching them so they had better not turn up their beaks at mama’s cooking again!
Humans sure are silly. Mom and Dad’s pal hand feeds her chickens and lets them sit on her lap. Can you believe that?! I imagine her kitties get quite perturbed when she does that, ’cause as we know laps are for us pussycats to sit on and chickens are for eatin’. Winks.
SIT ON HER LAP????? Uh, oh, is all I can say…you know what chickens do, haha.
Oh goodness! Those are some very finicky chickens indeed!
I can’t fault them too much for loving olive oil though. I’m a bit obsessed with the stuff myself!
Yes, me, too, and seriously virgin olive oil.
Oh dear what spoilt chickens, but that did make me laugh, Loulou.
LOL – the Finicky Fowl Café – and I’ll bet they’ve gotten to the point where not just any olive oil will do!! GEEZ, Loulou – hide the truffles – and the cherry tomatoes! They are nice and fat – it’s the polenta and parmesan I’ll bet. And pasta and olive oil – oh my – can I move in with the chickens? Sounds a lot better than kibbles!!
Hey, your mama can douse the kibble with some extra virgin, no? Olive oil, that is.
They are a cute group you’ve got there Loulou!
Well, their owner is talking about their laying terms…if no eggs, well…and I don’t want them to end up in a pot.
Guess you aren’t interested in their leftovers? No? We wouldn’t be either. Well, Marcus would be.
But Marcus will eat anything, right? Mama would probably cook Beef Wellington for HIM!
I surmise that chickens are not as stupid as most of us think they are.
Well, these babies certainly have a palate.