Thursday, September 16, 2010

House of the Runaway Chicken

Every so often the vagaries of travel offer the opportunity to reconnect with a dear friend from one's past, and I have discovered through trial and error that these meetings can be vaguely satisfying, slightly disastrous, intensely sweet, or some unpredictable combination.  Whatever the outcome of such a visit, one thing I never could have foreseen was watching said dear friend wrangling a runaway chicken in his yard in the wilds of Northern California.

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