Finding chicken Zen
Last updated 11/19/2020 at 8:08pm
I was visiting Mill Creek last night in a downpour, and I met a chicken. Her name is Hazel. She seemed to be on tour and having a lovely time seeing what work looked like, for the people-folk. She was unfazed by the hip-height dog nearby or the nosy editor asking her name.
Meeting a chicken is not something everyone appreciates, but I grew up in a household that had several. One had blue features that popped out of the top of her head like a spout, and we named her "Hairdo." Blue eggs were her specialty. I can do a chicken impression.
I know that if eggs are brown, that does not mean they...