Chicken!

This might come across wrong, but I really want chicken for dinner tonight. My Rachel Ray magazine (Oct. issue) has a bunch of crock-pot whole chicken recipes that I want to try. But dig as I might there isn't any chicken anything in the freezer. To add to my chicken craving, one of the three flighty hens has started to molt. If I knew who the slacker was she could be dinner. The hens job this winter is to produce us eggs and the last few days there have only been two eggs. Then today I saw feathers, little ones and two primary ones. I am not impressed. A molting chicken doesn't lay eggs. Time will tell but there may be chicken on the menu latter this week.