We have a bearded hen that frequents our backyard several times a day. She's a happy camper when the corn's out, but when the corn is gone, she puts on quite the show of stomping her feet and digging her hen claws into the dirt and making the soil fly. She is almost always alone, but occasionally shows up with a lady friend.
The other day, she showed up, but brought along at least three Jakes in addition to her lady friend. I guess her beard doesn't hurt her chances with the males. Unfortunately, there wasn't any corn out, and I can only imagine the Jakes sarcastically sayin', "Sure there's corn here..." So after they went to our neighbor's yard, I ran out in my bathrobe and dumped a bucket of corn out there. It wasn't too long until she was back and enjoying the corn, but she was now alone.
While at work yesterday, I got to speak with several disappointed turkey hunters (due to the weather). One of the gentlemen said that the bearded lady is a rarity! But since she has a beard, she can also be shot along with the Toms and the Jakes. Maybe that's why she's alone so often- she's keepin' herself safe! Her beard gives excitement to those that get to see it, but somehow, I feel that the hairyness God has blessed some women with, doesn't quite result with the same excitement... ask my husband... I'm just about to splurge for a full leg wax before our trip to Mexico for a destination wedding. Yep. It's bad, but at least I can't be legally killed for it!
Here's to the bearded ladies - I know you can't help it and don't let the men shoot you down!
p.s. Never go swimsuit shopping if you haven't shaved your legs for three weeks. NOTHING looks good on you!
