Day 158, or the day I realized that Chicken has zombie eyes.
(Chicken got back at me later for taking this rather unflattering portrait of her. She jumped onto the backyard picnic table in the middle of dinner and attempted to intimidate us —she’s a bit of a pecker— into giving her a bite of our burgers. We’ve come to realize that chickens aren’t really “chicken” at all…)

Day 158, or the day I realized that Chicken has zombie eyes.

(Chicken got back at me later for taking this rather unflattering portrait of her. She jumped onto the backyard picnic table in the middle of dinner and attempted to intimidate us —she’s a bit of a pecker— into giving her a bite of our burgers. We’ve come to realize that chickens aren’t really “chicken” at all…)