Sarah the chicken overcomes her emotional wounds and finds happiness eating chook food with her friends near the house.
Sarah the black hen came to live in her new home as a pullet (young hen) with her speckled brown friend, Clementine.
Clementine got a fancy name because the people who sold her to us assured us she would lay blue eggs, though she was too young to lay at the time. Sarah, on the other hand, got a dull name because she was expected to lay white eggs.
As it turned out, both Clementine and Sarah lay slightly bluish eggs, but not blue enough for me to definitively convince myself that they’re not white. Perhaps the two hens split the difference.
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