Photo by Carol Ann Sayle
The dilemma is where to ensconce Boss Chick and her Babes for Christmas Eve.
It's our turn to host the family get-together, the Big Feed, on Christmas Eve. The kitchen will be full of family and food. Boss Chick thinks that is a great idea. The food part, especially. After all, Boss Chick and her Babes live in the kitchen, in a big cage on the kitchen table--unless they are romping in the sun in their outdoor pen. But the weather has been cold and wet lately, so they've spent a lot of time on the table. Near the food!
The Chicks had their first, too measly, taste of mashed potatoes last week, and they thought, wow, THIS is what the Giants eat! When I hold up greens to their cage wall, they rush over to peck them up but when I recently pressed a cold block of mashed potatoes to the wire, they were in a frenzy!! It was like they consider themselves gourmets and want to enjoy even the most exotic Giant food. Actually these mashed potatoes came home in a paste-board box with some other delicacies that couldn't immediately be consumed at one of our favorite restaurants, to whom we sell our organic veggies, Olivia, and once in the refrigerator, the butter in the taters hardened. Boss Chick and the Babes scarfed down about two tablespoons of congealed potatoes before my "mother hen" common sense clicked in and told me they should not be eating such rich food.