Every Christmas, when I was a kid, I used to get a package of soap called “Fuzzy Wuzzy.” So many people have not heard of this product that if it weren’t for my siblings’ same memories, I’m tempted to say that I made this stuff up.
The soap came in a small circus wagon box and it was in the shape of an animal (usually a teddy bear or cat.) When you unwrapped it, the directions told you to let the soap sit for a few days. After that time, there would be a fine “hair-fuzz” on the soap which presumably was the “fuzzy” part (and which I also hope, was not some sort of mold or fungus – which if it were, might account for the “wuzzy” or maybe even “woozy” part.)
Oh, but the fun didn’t stop there. Inside each bar of soap was a tiny prize, a real plastic toy, like the early chokable Cracker Jack ones (not like the disappointing stickers currently found.) The only way to get to the prize was to use the soap (and use and use it) until you melted it down to the toy.
There was no way around it, if you got a Fuzzy Wuzzy, you simply had to learn to wait for the eventual pay-off.
I tell you about Fuzzy Wuzzy because it’s sort of how I view our new set of assorted Feather-legged chicks. I’m not sure at all of what we have and all I can do is let them grow on their own schedule. Take this little guy, for example.
I had initially thought it was going to be a silkie, but those little upright (almost vertical) tail feathers have me putting my money on a white/blonde Mille Fleur (Porcelain) these days.
Not being in any rush at all (they are what they are) we’re happy to wait and see what will happen. If I hold on long enough, the baby feathers will eventually “melt” off, and the prize lying under all of that adorable “fuzziness” will finally be exposed for all to see and take delight in.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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