The Chicken has Landed »
Today, Denise and I were cutting the nails for the dogs, and noticed something laying in the backyard. Looked about like a bird's nest or something, so we let it lie there for a little bit while we finished. After we finished, we're playing catch with the frisbee - that is to say that we are throwing the frisbee and the dogs are catching it - and we decided we needed to take a look.
I saw it was a bird, and sent Denise inside to get a trash bag for me to use to wrap it up, and when she came back, I went a little closer. After moving some feathers out of the way, I found out the truth. It was a chicken.
Now I realize that many of you probably think of Charlotte specifically, or perhaps at least North Carolina, as being a bit country. And while no one here would ever admit it, you'd probably be right, at least if you compared the city to say, Manhattan.
But we live well within the city limits. There are no farms for miles. Most chickens that come through this way are frozen, or at least heavily refrigerated (not to mention cut up into pieces). I've got no idea how this particular chicken found its way into our yard, much less how the dogs ended up with it.
If it was a dead chicken, that means that someone throws dead chickens into people's yards, and that's a little disturbing. On the other hand, if it was live, it's a bit disturbing that there was a chicken in the area at all, so far from, well, any place it might have been happy. Not to mention how the dogs managed to catch it if it was alive. Perhaps dogs are faster than chickens, or maybe they teamed up.
Whatever the case, know that you may not be safe from chickens, no matter where you live.
