Barnyard chic or chicken shit? Whim decides.
WHIMMER
Ruling the roost with an iron fist.
LOSER
Start migrating because that comb is so last season.
Barnyard chic or chicken shit? Whim decides.
Ruling the roost with an iron fist.
Start migrating because that comb is so last season.
Grade-A farm fresh or subject to USDA recall? Whim decides.
Follow that nesting instinct, girl!
This chick should be tarred and feathered. If he hasn’t already been.
Rock-a-Doodle-Do or Cock-a-Doodle-Don’t? Whim decides.
Introducing Miss Audrey Hep-bird.
Presenting Dame Judi Hen-ch.
Perfect hen or goose egg? Whim decides.
Ebony and ivory / live together in perfect harmony
Say, say, say / nothing good about this plumage
First one in or a rotten egg? Whim decides.
Fur is murder and she is KILLING it.
As offensive (and outdated) as the Tomahawk Chop.
Spring chicken or last year’s model? Whim decides.
We haven’t seen plumage that stylish since Redford in Three Days of the Condor.
Foghorn Leghorn called. He wants his wattle back.