The Vulture Chicken


The Vulture Chicken.

I have thought, since the day the Animal Whisperer brought home this free egg laying creature, that it was really ugly.

It is. 

It’s just plain ugly.  Period.

He does not agree.

These girls DO agree.

Although, they chose a different name to describe the creature:

The Vulture Chicken.

The new name was exposed in the milking room…as many things are.  That is where I learn that the man milking my goat is a neurosurgeon.  Or the woman milking is a Health Inspector. 

Or, that my chicken has been named, The Vulture Chicken.

Mind you though, at the time, I had no idea of whom they were speaking.

Me:  “Which one?”

Them:  “The one without a head!”

(Pretend you’re me and make this picture appear in your mind:  That one of the headless chickens I slaughtered last week came back to life.  Kinda freaks you out for a second, right?)

(I know, absurd.)

(But, that’s how my mind works.)

Me:  “WHICH one???”  (long, screeching emphasis on which.)

Them:  “The one with no neck.  And it’s beak is huge and sticks out of its feathers.”

Me:  “OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!  The UGLY one!!”  (realize my horror story nightmare was just that.  A nightmare.  No headless dead chickens running around.  Phew.)

So that did it.  I had to inspect.  Despite the fact that my student’s toes were nearing icicle stage, I did not release them to the house after milking…I made them endure the photo session and my inspection of the Vulture Chicken.

They were right.  And this photo makes it look far too pretty.

 –  The, Briefly Traumatized, Goat Cheese Lady


About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.
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3 Responses to The Vulture Chicken

  1. Madz says:

    I think she is absolutely gorgeous.
    An amazing example of her breed(which could be a EE or French mix?).

    I would be proud as a peacock to have her in my coop!

  2. Melina says:

    I’ll take her!

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