With this photo, nabbed from the website of our favorite Farmgirl, I pay tribute to the late Lindy the Chicken, named after me (I was so proud), and cut off in her prime. Well, okay, maybe not her prime, as I understand that 5 1/2 years is a pretty standard span for poultry. But still, I will sorely miss her, as will her companion fowl, Whitey, who is bereft. Lindy the Chicken could be a bit sharp, at times; she apparently believed that the purpose of a pointy beak was the making of pointed remarks. But she was the chicken of my heart. Rest in Peace, lady of the funky tailfeathers; I will miss you.