Let's just go ahead and say it. Maude is a nutcase. She is a total froot loop with a side order of spaz. She twitters and fusses and generally is a nervous wreck. She makes me think of a little old lady dolled up in her best clothes and finest hat, wringing her hands over the state of world affairs. If there is something to get in a twitter about, Maude will do it. She really is Chicken Little and the sky is always falling.
On the plus side, she's quite the conversation starter. She's the one people always point to first and want to know what's going on there.
She's pretty though. In her freaky "what kind of chicken is that" way.
This is a horrible picture. I threw it in because it makes me laugh. I wish it had focused correctly. Maude had jumped up in my lap to see what the camera was. Apparently the autofocus doesn't know what to do when confronted with a spastic chicken at 8 inches from the lens. Go figure.
Say goodnight, Maude.Goodnight, Maude.
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