Name: Dahlia, but it used to be Brandy, though nobody knows what.
Flock: DawnFlock
Age: 2 weeks
Appearance: Mostly black, with brown laced feathers much like a muddy Barnevelder's. Rose comb, muffs and white legs. Large dark eyes.
Story: She was hatched with humans. Humans who lived deep in the woods. They kept chickens to feed themselves. Dahlia's mother, Whiskey, was a pretty EE mix who went broody under their porch. The humans didn't REALLY want more chickens, but oh well.
Dahlia was named Brandy by the teenage human who visited sometimes. Her sister was named Moonshine. It was an ongoing joke, since her mother was named Whiskey. Dahlia didn't really get it.
The humans let her mother stay under the porch until one day, they didn't want her to anymore. But Whiskey huddled there with her daughters until the humans, all fed up, brought out the dog.
They didn't mean any harm, really.
They just wanted the dog, a trained retriever, who fetched ducks all the time, to bring out Whiskey, their sweet pet chicken, who they couldn't reach. Clearly, her chicks would follow.
But that's not how it went.
That's never how the story goes.
And so afterwards, Dahlia ran into the woods, screaming. She ran until she ran into someone else. She ran until she couldn't run.
She ran until the snow started to fall.
Flock: DawnFlock
Age: 2 weeks
Appearance: Mostly black, with brown laced feathers much like a muddy Barnevelder's. Rose comb, muffs and white legs. Large dark eyes.
Story: She was hatched with humans. Humans who lived deep in the woods. They kept chickens to feed themselves. Dahlia's mother, Whiskey, was a pretty EE mix who went broody under their porch. The humans didn't REALLY want more chickens, but oh well.
Dahlia was named Brandy by the teenage human who visited sometimes. Her sister was named Moonshine. It was an ongoing joke, since her mother was named Whiskey. Dahlia didn't really get it.
The humans let her mother stay under the porch until one day, they didn't want her to anymore. But Whiskey huddled there with her daughters until the humans, all fed up, brought out the dog.
They didn't mean any harm, really.
They just wanted the dog, a trained retriever, who fetched ducks all the time, to bring out Whiskey, their sweet pet chicken, who they couldn't reach. Clearly, her chicks would follow.
But that's not how it went.
That's never how the story goes.
And so afterwards, Dahlia ran into the woods, screaming. She ran until she ran into someone else. She ran until she couldn't run.
She ran until the snow started to fall.
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