Fresh as a Daisy

Daisy, a small fat brown hen, loved to watch Fifi strut in the yard. She liked to pull daisies out of the garden, when they were allowed to roam around the garden looking for bugs, and tuck them in her feathers. She imagined that Fifi, seeing her fashionable aspirations, might befriend her and make her the number two favorite, but alas, she was much further down in the pecking order.

We decided to give Daisy a little crown and put her on a mug. 

Daisy was a quiet, calm sort of hen. She was very kind, as well. She didn't like to engage in gossip and always found something nice to say, or didn't say anything at all. 

One day, she heard a sound coming from the bushes behind the run. She turned to look and caught a flash of red. 

"Too big for a Cardinal," she thought, as she walked over toward the hedge. Then she heard a small scratching noise, as a rooster cautiously poked his head out of the leaves. And, although she had never seen a rooster before, she knew immediately that this was definitely a rooster, and a very handsome one at that! 

"Hello, I'm Daisy," she said. But he scurried back into the hedge, and hid there. Daisy wasn't sure what to do. Should she go tell the others? She decided to do nothing. "If he wants to come out and be friendly, he will," she thought and she wandered over to see what Opal and Rosie were eating.