Hi! My name is Sarah and I am trying to eat this lady's camera. As you can see, though, I am lacking in the beak department because some nitwit lopped it off. If I had been older and wiser, I would have thought of a few choice body parts to lop off said nitwit. But I was just a baby and crap, it hurt. I was rescued from a battery cage operation in December of 2008 where some loser stole all my eggs. Get this: I lived in a wire cage with six other hens. I disliked three of them, tolerated two, and thought the last one was a ninny (she still is, by the way). It's akin to being stuck in an elevator with your wicked stepsister, your evil mother in law, your niece from Timbuktu and that creepy lady down the street FOR TWO YEARS. I'm a lot happier now due to the fact I can kick that creepy lady's butt (white leghorn chests are NOT supposed to be that puffed out, geez lady).
You can see me in profile here.
In case you didn't know, chickens rule.