Feeling like Henny Penny.

Long, long ago, when chickens had teeth and I had neither chick nor child, I loved to strut my stuff and had a sunny side up attitude to life. Not much flapped my wattles and I would work as hard as a hen pulling wood, and go to bed with the chickens.

But now I'm no spring chicken and most days I'm feeling like a head with it's chicken cut off who walks on eggshells around a certain chick. This has really ruffled my feathers and I've noticed that the rooster crows but this hen lays the egg! This makes me feel like Henny Penny.

It seems that I am hard boiled but over easy.

Enough squawking, I know my place in the pecking order.

Do chickens have lips?