Chickens

I was talking with a friend halfway across the country this morning, on the phone. As we were talking, I looked out the window and saw…a chicken on my front lawn. I was a bit taken aback as you might imagine. Then I realized that in addition to the smell of flowers redolent on the air coupled with the smell of …cow poop (and it really wasn’t as bad a combo as you might expect!) there was a cow pasture right behind my building. So, I must assume that the chicken not only came from there but also went back home after exploring my front yard…Otherwise I figure she might have been tonight’s “special” at a local bistro…always thinking toward the positive, I’m hopin’ she made it back home.
Nonetheless…This is TRULY a DIFFERENT place.