I’m far from the first opera chicken. Chickens have been lurking around opera in
When the opera is not in production, the chickens hang out in the Opera Cleveland warehouse. (The warehouse is where we store and build all our sets and props; it’s under the jurisdiction of the aforementioned
I spent my formative months in the warehouse until just recently, when it was decided my myriad talents would be better utilized in the Opera Cleveland office. So I am officially a 9-5er and my main responsibility is this blog, but, as you can see, they’re already exploiting me with menial tasks. (Call PETA!)
(Allocate money to certain farm animals. Just a thought.)
Gossip at the water cooler.
(Did you see what Jenn was wearing today?!)