Bertha getting lost in the sauce is a goddamn opus of oil and canvas created by Basil Hallward of my very soul...no. It is my soul. So utterly has it captured the essence of my being, it has subsumed the thing it didn't even realize it was imitating. Bertha, you glorious and regal hen. You've done it again.
We weighed her tonight and she is three pounds seven ounces, right at the bottom of a healthy weight for easter egger hens! (She was under three pounds at one point, poor girl.) She's been working hard to get here -- I watched her eat an entire hotdog in one sitting. Fortunately for her, she could still stand to be a little rounder for the winter, so she gets to keep eating as many snacks as she wants. Her sister is quite round and well over four pounds. (In case you were wondering, we did the math and after eating that hotdog she was 4% hotdog by weight.)