Just Some ‘Feed’ For Thought
It’s just a silly chicken, I tell myself. Throw the hen some feed and move on. But then this beautiful black as coal and shiny fowl begins to follow me to my car. Okay, I tell myself, I will engage the lonely chicken for a minute or two. So I sit on my neighbor’s front porch steps and talk to her. Well that was months ago, and today I find myself more and more sitting and conversing with my feathered friend as she gobbles up the few chopped up grapes I brought to her. She has gotten to the point that she allows me to stroke her back every once and a while. I never spent much time ...