Fred

I thought I would be funny the other day while I was out and about with the animals. That lonely little chicken does not have a name. If I’m being honest, several do not have names since I cannot tell them apart. It’s sad, I know. While I was watching that chick with cows, I started calling the name Fred. He looked over at me like I had lost my mind, but whether he is in fact a he or if he turns out to be a she, the name will be Fred.