This chicken doesn't have a name because she is yet to distinguish herself (sorry, chicken). But maybe after today--she escaped for the sole purpose, apparently, of standing in the torrential rain--we'll give her a title.
Here's Randy retrieving her from the field, where she was waltzing around in the pouring rain:
And here she is looking rather irritated (either with herself for mussing or feathers or Randy for forcing her to suffer the indignities of retrieval):
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