This is just one of the many questions I wonder about on a cool autumn night. So I sit outside once the sun has gone down, wrapped up in my jacket.
And I wait.
There’s a lit candle at my feet, and a flashlight in my hand. I’m ready to flip it on in an instant.
And I listen.
There are low murmurs coming from the chicken coop, and I suddenly become aware of sounds around me in the dark shadows of the garden. These are sounds I’ve never heard before though surely they have been there all along. Haven’t they?
I flip on the flashlight and head for the safety of my own back door.
And so I am left with a new question…Who is the real “chicken” here?!?
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