Dear Claire,
We knew you were special the moment we saw you. You weren’t just after our eggs! You came into our pen to see US! How did we know? Because you didn’t want to leave even though we are starting to molt and all four of us squeak out a total average of one egg a day. That’s one egg a day between four chickens. You do the math.
So we’re not putting our hearts into our eggs these days. It’s not our fault. We’re getting ready for winter, which, because we’re chickens and not rocket scientists, means we’re going to let out feathers fall out and walk around like naked women in a dressing room at Filene’s Basement for a little while.
But you put your heart all around us. You named us!! You looked at each one of us so carefully and came up with the perfect name! You even shared your last name with two of us! The other two of us are going to do pushups and math equations so that when you come back, you’ll see (hopefully!!) we earned the right to carry your last name also! We love a good challenge.
We talked about how we would deal with you going home after the weekend was over, and we decided we would go to Camp We Love Claire and carry you in our hearts. And then the most amazing thing happened! You left us a note on the floor of our coop!! Claire!! Our hearts pounded and flipped! Luckily we had each other close by to lean on so we did not fall over.
We love you so much.
Thank you for making our weekend wonderful.
We laid an egg for you this morning after you left. All four of us managed to get one out!!!
Angel Cloudy
Cowie Wowie
Roadrunner
Desert
(last name left off for privacy’s sake)