A chicken’s eye view

by Ken Carpenter

My story today was written back in 2003. It relates a few chicken tales that are not totally favorable to humans, or human, mainly me. I wrote a new story last week that touched on my relationship with the feathered biddies who own my land, but this piece was done before any cluckers had moved in.
I actually like our chickens, it is comforting to watch them mill around contentedly. Even the sweetest of them has a mean streak though. I should write a book about chicken psychology, for I know as little as anybody and I think that is a requirement for any and all yarns pretending to know about the psychological troubles of any creature.
Humans included, of course.