Had to wipe my eyes clear a few times this morning, when I looked out the window and seen the biggest blue chicken I'd ever witnessed, standing outside the coop. The other birds weren't impressed one way or another. He kept a safe distance from me, but did sneak back in for a few bites of food once I cleared the scene.

Bet they taste like turkey...

Some hunt for racks, some hunt for roasts. I hunt for sheer joy; the aforementioned items are merely fringe benefits.