My Bad.

It’s not every day you see a chicken cross the street. Of course, the proverb has been around for a long time and certainly has its meaning, but this is not an origin story. This is also not the tale of a feather, although let me tell you, if you could see what I just saw, there is certainly something to tell you about those feathers. Again, it’s not that kind of story. Thankfully, since the birds in their nest agree, I can carry on with the story I intended to tell you without worry. It’s well known that every bird loves to sing, and in this particular case, you will agree with me that there is really no one else who wants to hear this chicken sing. We know that the early bird catches the worm, and especially for the neighborhood rooster, we pray he catches more worms than he can exercise his vocal cords during the morning routine. But I digress; this is the story about that chicken, of course. You know, the one from the beginning…

… actually, coming to think of it, I think it was a duck crossing the street, not a chicken. Never mind.