This is the story of my ugly little hen.
A hen so dull and boring we didn’t even bother to name her.
Her nose is really too big and her comb is really too small.
She’s so invisible the other chickens don’t even pick on her. They ignore her.
The little hen that almost doesn’t even exist.
Someone suggested we name her Cheez Whiz, since Cheez Whiz adds personality. We were desperate. So she was named.
Cheez Whiz now had a name, but still no zing. No expression, no cute chicken characteristics. No personality.
I didn’t hate Cheez Whiz. I was just disappointed with her.
So when a friend lost one of their chickens to a fox I agreed to give him one of my chickens. I knew immediately it was going to be Cheez Whiz.
I wanted to make room for an Ameraucana you see. They’re the chickens that I’ve always wanted. They’re one of only a few breeds of chickens that lay blue and green eggs.
But … on Easter morning when my boyfriend surprised me up with a box full of brown egg laying Rhode Island Reds, I certainly wasn’t going to turn them away. Cute little day old fluffballs that they were.
So I counted the days until my friend would pack Cheez Whiz into a cardboard box and take her away. Boring, ugly chicken.
And then I got a phone call. He didn’t need an extra chicken anymore. He went out and bought himself a whole fleet of Ameraucanas!
I was devastated. He was getting the chickens I wanted, and I was once again stuck with Cheez Whiz. The ugly, boring, useless little hen.
Then one day, a couple of weeks ago Cheez Whiz slowly and clumsily made her way into the nesting box for the first time.
The other chickens stood at the door and squawked at her a bit, but she ignored them and went about her business.
Eventually the others left her alone.
It was at exactly that moment I learned a life lesson.
Because on that day, my boring little chicken … the rose-combed Rhode Island Red named Cheez Whiz … did this for me.
And she’s been doing it ever since.