chicky débutantes

well, we've finally managed to name the little buggers, and just in time, it seems. they're quickly abandoning their "adorable downy balls of fuzzy goodness" phase for the less pleasant "gangly awkward lumps of stinky feather/frizz mash-up" phase. plus their learning to fly, which really translates into a lot of wing flapping and crap flinging in their too-small rubbermaid paradise. 

nevertheless, all hail the ugly, awkward teenagers. introducing, in no particular order: 

Clementine (aka Fatty) 

Pot Pie

Harriet 

Duckie

 

i wanted to name them after adorable old ladies, but they all seemed a little too conspiratorial and ornery to really do justice to names like Posy, Olive or Hazel. Clementine was as close as i could get, but since we call her Fatty all the time, it doesn't really count.  Harriet i suppose got off easy. it's a fairly normal name; perhaps i'm the only one who assumes the connotations of a slightly stupid, bitchy valley girl-esque type personality. you know, the kind of chick who ends every sentence with a question mark? 

it remains to be seen if Harriet will wallow in her name or rise to the task of owning it. for now, she just keeps getting beat up by Pot Pie, the giant and overbearing bully of the brood.  at least Fatty has taken to her name with zeal, eating constantly and with an obvious enthusiasm. the fact that she remains the smallest of the bunch doesn't stop her from cramming into her gullet every piece of flotsam that gets near her face. 

Duckie at least comes off as the only civil creature among the cretins, and i can't help but be reminded of John Cryer as Duckie in Pretty in Pink, one of my personal favorites out of the great mind of John Hughs (we can all ignore Maid in Manhattan and Beethoven's 3rd, 4th and 5th...) our Duckie is a bit of a loudmouthed loner, always dressed to the nines in her finest 80's stripes and bolo tie. she hasn't fallen for any crazy selfish redheads yet, but she is only a month old. give it time. 

and that, folks, sums up my flock of bitches, as i so lovingly refer to them. 

enjoy.

this is an incredibly romantic moment, and you're ruining it for me.