Chickens aren’t the most sanitary creatures. We found their feathers in their water bowl one day. Another, they’d pooped right on the cloth where we sprinkled their feed. Can chickens get any dumber?
So it’s no stretch to say they’d be more than happy to soil your new reenacting dress with their excrement, as if to say, “hey! Why are you making me practice my public speaking skills to third-graders?”
I’d reply, “Because it’s good for you. Conquer your timidity, you chicken-hearted creature.”
Great. I’m talking to a chicken again.
– Sarah Einselen
Friday editor / Chicken whisperer