Sunday morning I was surprised to hear the sound of a chicken. It was a
crow sitting on the phone lines in front of my house. His imitation was
absolutely impeccable and conjured memories of contented hens strolling
around the barnyard in my childhood.

I gave him a nice handful of peanuts for his efforts. I chuckle about it
every time I think of it. Of all things to imitate, why a chicken?

John Shelton