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if the rara republic was to have a dept of immigration it would have busied itself today stamping pieces of paper and issuing citizenships while the welcoming committee was arranging fanfare and the likes.

this morning the family expanded to include donna summers and the supremes: 4 lavender araucana chickens.

this breed of chicken are of south american origin and have lovely silvery plumes. their eggs, when they are ready, will be sky blue and apparently have little or no cholesterol.

but inside chickensville there was no welcoming committee. there was no fanfare, nor peace love and flowers, or any of the other means you might use to welcome your sisters. there was plain, outright, chicken warfare. oh yes, these lavender lovelies imported their fiery latin temperament.

actually, just one of them did. mrs boss.
or, donna.

their previous guardian told me it wouldn't take long to tell who was boss. and after a brief war and a set of negotiations (handing over of best perch, etc) cher (previous mrs boss) submitted.

pascal and i watched on, a little dismayed for our girls, wondering if we'd done the right thing.

as the girls faught it out cliches ran rich through my head, the girls were simply establishing the pecking order. later on in the evening cher was knocked off her perch. donna rules supreme, and hopefully, by sunset tomorrow a treaty will have been signed and we will be back to our unitednations omlettes by the weekend

xx
mama b