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.