Mrs. Grundy welcomes the forsaken Rhode Island Reds back to Grundy Farm.
While Mrs. Grundy was on election-night assignment for the Five-County Dispatch, The Miss Grundys called with surprising news.
The chickens have come home to roost!
It is a jubilant welcome for Grundy Farm, and Mrs. Grundy hopes the discord among her flock of Rhode Island Reds will end soon.
Only a philistine would not understand how discord manifests itself among chickens.
Mrs. Grundy has endured years of heartbreak as her Red brood was in thrall to a feral rooster. Now, she envisions them returning to the coop and climbing back onto their Grand Old Perches.
Ah, but she lives a life of dreams, does she not? To wit, the Reds will have to run the gauntlet of the Blue Ameraucanas who are already gathering to assert the new pecking order. Thusly, Mrs. Grundy Thinks the possibility of peace or camaraderie in the chicken run is about as likely as chickens with lips. Indeed.