Flown the coop. Bought the farm. Whatever you want to call it. Cheepacabra, Queen of the Chickens, is no more.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet queen,
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
An Alaskan ex-pat living the not-so-simple life in rural Alabama
4 comments:
oh no! so sorry.
Fried or grilled?
Nobody will eat Cheepacabra but the worms in the ground. She will be buried this evening - with honors. I loved that chicken like no other.
Save your self a few feathers.
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