Mama Kuku is now well established at home.
No longer 'it' she is now 'she'.
Someone suggested we call her Helen.
(I'm not sure why.)
She potters around under the bird feeder, coming up to talk to us when we go outside, asking for food.
She's almost scary at times, chasing after us, clucking demandingly.
But I didn't ask for a chicken.
I didn't want a chicken.
I don't want to chase her away, but she's here - to stay, it seems.