The She-Rooster

So, somehow, one of our two remaining hens has learned to crow, although not clearly, thankfully, like the best of the Ethiopian roosters.  We can't handle it anymore.  Consequently, tonight Katelyn will don her green flannel and begin the preparations (ahem) for chicken soup... or chicken and slicks... or chicken whatever.  "So long, Ymo and Dotte!  And let this be a lesson to you, little Rhoda, Orpa, Ilka and Golda!"