The Vulture Chicken

Beware.

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. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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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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