Volume XII, issue ix, September 2016

Chicken Run (and walk and just sit there)

Eric rushes up behind me and yells,"Hurry! Take a photo! Take a photo!" "Why?" I say. He gapes at me in shock, "Because...it's crossing the road!" And this, my friends, is the type of extraordinarily metaphorical, erudite discussion shared by two English professors on a Tuesday morning in small-town Idaho. You're welcome.

Look who's coming for dinner! We opened the front door and our beady-eyed beaked friend was there to greet us. It was terrifying actually. I guess this answers the question implied in our previous poultry post.