Out the kitchen door
There’s something surreal about watching a small group of chickens. I think it’s an evolutionary thing – they’re constantly swivelling their heads to look around. But there’s a rhythm to it: one looks up while one looks left, then this one looks left while the third one looks down. It’s like a poultry Bob Fosse dance routine.
Downright hypnotic.
That, incidentally, is out the kitchen door. Sooner or later, they all discover the kitchen.
June 25, 2019 — 9:02 pm
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