When Tom and I first began dating seriously, we, like most smitten country couples decided to widen the circle of our togetherdom by purchasing a flock of chickens from our local country auction at Woodville. Eight years on, some of our hens have passed away and have long stopped laying eggs but have been cherished members of our fur and feathers family. This card (and others) are tributes to ....original names here... Grey Hen, Goldie, Whitey, Blackie-Brownie and Paprikash who came not from the auction but was saved from a Hungarian supper-pot.
