But then again, isn’t every Saturday a Chicken Saturday lately?
This picture cracks me up. I can’t look at it without mentally adding a pair of librarian glasses perched atop her beak.
Also nicely displayed: Martha’s feather pants. Oh how I envy their feather pants! Everything you see below the wing is 100% feathers – there’s no meat in there. Just pure unadulterated silky fluff.
Martha does not like it when I stroke her feather pants, but I am unable to stop myself.