at least five days a week, i drive down the hill into town. and then, in turn, at least five days a week, i drive back up the hill to home. the passenger-side window of my car doesn’t roll down, so the ride home is when i take a little back road, and stop to talk to the chickens. i pull over, roll down my window, and greet them with a “good day”. i will then proceed to either ask…