Chicken

I am not a vegetarian but I am reconsidering.  Not really.  Who could give up a nice steak or better yet a chicken salad salad at Potbelly.

Seeing my city through my guests' eyes made me giggle a little.  Just a little.  Our meat is homegrown, garbage eating city dwelling cattle, and mutton.  Our chickens are the non free range kind that know four walls for a long time.  Hmmmmm.  At least our meat probably doesn't have some strange potion injected for maximum growth.   But then again who knows what they had for supper, my garbage or someone else's.

Abe loves the city chickens.  It is a sure fire way to make him and the neighborhood happy.  Chase the chickens is probably in his top five list of things to do.  Catch a chicken is probably in his top five things he has nightmares about.  He runs in his lopsided gait with his jowls flapping with each quick step.  He stops before ever reaching a chicken with a startled look in his eye that something so horrible could be attainable.  It is all about the chase, the flapping and the crowing.  A crowd gathers.  I laugh.  He laughs.  They laugh.  All is dust, dirt, garbage, chickens and a very happy toddler who only sees adventure and fun as long as he doesn't get to close....he's too chicken for that!