Okay, it’s Patty for short. Completely juvenile on our parts: other names suggested were Kiev, Cacciatore, Fingers and Nugget. She’s actually much prettier than this photo suggests.
The child protested when she learned that last Saturday was Chicken Relocation Day (chicken yard ==> freezer) and asked about her friend. Friend, I asked? I remembered there was one of the meat girls who was actually not as skittish as the others. This girl, she assured me, was her friend. So, we spared her. Child-sized tears have great power.
We’ve been paying reparations ever since in the form of lots of kitchen scraps and scratch.