Chicken’s make people feel good.  There was a lovely article in the NY Times this past week.  It was about a kidnapped chicken named Gertrude.  It affected the entire community.  It was a touching article.  My favorite part was of course the ending, but also the way the author describes chickens.  To me, the author truly “gets it”.  She can appreciate what I see.

“And what’s not to love? There’s something intrinsically happy about a chicken. The name: a little hiccup in the mouth. The shape: a jaunty upswing of feathers, a grin. The ceaseless bobbing, scratching, pecking. It’s nearly impossible to feel melancholy in the company of chickens. They are a balm for the weary urban soul.”

The story is touching and warmed my heart.  Chickens can unite neighborhoods; even in New York City.

If you would like to read the entire article click here.