November 6, 2017
There is a chicken on the table. The chicken was on the lounge but I moved it. I wanted to write about the chicken yesterday but couldnít think of anything to say. It is a pretty, plush toy chicken of grey and mottled black and grey. I donít know if it is based on a real breed of chicken. It has a cute and coy turn of the neck and sits squatly as though sitting on an egg. It is much smaller than a real chicken, or at least than one of mine. Battery hens are killed after eighteen months.