When this little hen walked over to my car and stared up into my open driver’s side window, I thought I was finally going to uncover one of the biggest secrets of all time: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Alas, this chicken wasn’t talking. She clucked a little, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. I will say this: Based on my observations of her slow and somewhat erratic movements, her goal was, in fact, simply to get to the other side.
