And lately, I've been hearing one heck of a lot of rooster. Like all day long. And my brain has begun to identify it as some sort of siren call to my girls. I begin to worry that they will go looking for the source of that sound. Which gives new meaning to why a chicken might cross a road, though I'm not certain they would have to.
It's just a thought. Just one more nugget in the fermentation of the chicken story that is sure to come out of all of this nonsense.