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None of "U"

Generally if a chicken crosses this road, it is a problem.

A. Why is the chicken loose?
B. Will it get hit by a car?
C. Will a coyote or dog get it?
D. Will it go back to where the other chickens are?
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Scientific name: Meleagris gallopavo
For a charmingly stilted appellation, shall I begin
to refer to the wandering herd of birds as
'Meleagris gallopavo'?

Here, anyway.
So that I don't employ the forbidden letter.
 
Ah, I see! It is a larger fowl than a chicken. Do the perils that await chickens that cross the road not also await the flock of larger domestic birds that wander away from the backyard?
 
They may.

However, the Meleagris troop....have never
been in a coop. They have their gang together,
and this is their stomping area.

The chickens have always lived in a protected
environment. That is to their disadvantage,
if they are loose. Nobody I know of on this
road lets their chickens go loose.
 
Finally the Stargazer lilies arrived today.
All the way from the area that was once called
Constantinople.

Nineteen days in transit.
I planted them this afternoon.
 
Today I moved the hen and her one chick
from the coop to the rabbit cage.

I moved the other eggs, too, for what that's worth.
The chick is three days old.
The other eggs aren't likely to hatch.
 
Then make an omelette with fresh vegetables.
It will make a nice meal with the eggs that will not hatch.
Vegans can sell them on with a clear conscience.
Possibly serve them cooked to the hens.
 
No, fertile eggs a hen has sat on aren't
fit to eat. In a day or two I will take them
and let some wild animal have them.

Someplace downwind from here.
 
I have never eaten pickled leeks.
Leeks aka 'ramps' aka 'bear garlic' grow
wild here. The season is nearly over.
 
I enjoy leeks, and sometimes make a leek tart with them. Also an almost stew like concoction of leeks and potatoes. They are milder than onions and scallions and are often sold in bags washed and sliced in the area I live in. They are referred to as poir blanc by local people, and by some as welsh onion.
 
Remarkably, this is one directive is relatively simple to follow.
Not many words employ the letter referred to on the original post.
Hmmm, one might say. 'Meh' will be my response.

[2 edits, wow. I'm not good at this.]
 
It is a simple directive, is it not? :)

Not many words are made with that letter, it seems.
Then cometh the dawn, to to speak...
 
I considered making this a game of not employing those vowels
and decided against it, even if it does make references to
those large wild birds awkward.
 
The big scary ones, like ostriches... Thank the Lord that pterodactyls went extinct. Although they were lizards.
 
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