The Ugly Little Chicken. A Love Story.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nThis is the story of my ugly little hen.\r\n\r\nA hen so dull and boring we didn't even bother to name her.\r\n\r\nHer nose is really too big and her comb is really too small.\r\n\r\nShe's so invisible the other chickens don't even pick on her.\r\n\r\nThe little hen that almost doesn't even exist.\r\n\r\nSomeone suggested we name her Cheez Whiz, since Cheez Whiz adds personality. \u00a0We were desperate. \u00a0So she was named.\r\n\r\nCheez Whiz now had a name, but still no zing. \u00a0No expression, no cute chicken characteristics. \u00a0No personality.\r\n\r\nI didn't hate Cheez Whiz. There was no reason to hate her. She was just there. She was so dull there wasn't even anything to hate.\r\n\r\nSo when a friend lost one of his chickens to a fox I agreed to give him one of my hens. \u00a0I knew immediately it was going to be Cheez Whiz. \u00a0I felt bad, but if I was going to part with one of my flock it was going to be her.\r\n\r\nI wanted to make room for an Ameraucana you see. \u00a0They're the chickens that I've always wanted. \u00a0They're one of only a few breeds of chickens that lay blue and green eggs.\r\n\r\nBut ... on Easter morning when my boyfriend surprised me up with a box full of\u00a0 day old Rhode Island Red fluffballs I certainly wasn't going to turn them away.\u00a0 Even if they would only lay brown eggs.\r\n\r\nSo I counted the days until my friend would pack boring, ugly chicken Cheez Whiz into a cardboard box and take her away.\u00a0 Then I could buy a blue egg laying chicken.\u00a0 .\r\n\r\nI got a phone call.\u00a0 My friend didn't need an extra chicken anymore. \u00a0He went out and bought himself a whole flock ... of blue egg laying Ameraucanas.\r\n\r\nI was devastated. \u00a0He was getting the chickens I always wanted, and I was once again stuck with Cheez Whiz. \u00a0The dull\u00a0little hen.\r\n\r\nThen one day when she was around 4 months old, \u00a0Cheez Whiz slowly and clumsily made her way into the nesting box for the first time.\r\n\r\nThe other chickens stood at the door and squawked at her a bit, but she ignored them and went about her business.\r\n\r\nEventually the others left her alone.\r\n\r\nIt was at exactly that moment I learned a life lesson.\r\n\r\nBecause on that day, my boring little chicken ... the rose-combed Rhode Island Red named Cheez Whiz ... did this for me.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nThat day I couldn't even get excited over her blue egg.\u00a0 I couldn't jump for joy or laugh with surprise.\u00a0 All I could manage was to pick Cheez Whiz up and say I'm sorry.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nShe had a good life Cheez Whiz.\u00a0 She died yesterday.\u00a0 She was the last of my original flock.\u00a0 I found her alone, outside in the run on the cold ground, her body still warm. I suspect she died instantly of a heart attack. I had only been out feeding her an afternoon snack about an hour earlier.\r\n\r\nI picked her body up and held her against me and for the last time said to her, I'm sorry.