The APA National meet is just up the street from the coop!
I told the gals and boy are they eggcited. The Silkies asked if they
could compete. "Well", said I, "you COULD. You're just beautiful and
would surely turn heads. But you'd need to train."
"What's that Momma?"
"Well", I replied, "First off, you couldn't play outside next summer.
You'd have to stay in your coop, growing your feet feathers just perfectly.
And you'd have to take baths.
And all kinds of strangers would stare at you, maybe even ahem, ahem, at your vents.
"Forget it", interrupted Aunt Shorty, "What do I look like to you?
"Could we at least see our Daddy Alan?", asked the Schmoo with touching hope in her beak.