The chicks are growing like weeds..
Phyllis Diller, part Silkie, struts her considerable stuff!
"Colonel Saunders? I pecked the eyeballs out of his cold, dead body!"
Penelope Pigeonator works the garage runway as her agent looks on.
No greater love hath a man than for his cuddly chicken! Well maybe his wife, he loves his wife more. He'd BETTER love his wife more. And cake, he likes cake an awful lot. Especially carrot cake. And pumpkin pie, that rates highly. And butter tarts. And Nanaimo bars. And nooky rates highly too. But the chicken, the chicken is still waaaay up there on the love scale!
(But not carnal love, nonononono, that would be wrong in so many ways. Platonic, absolutely platonic!)