Why did the chicken cross the road?

I have no idea, but she didn't make it to the other side.

When I drove down the hill today, there was a dead chicken near the side of the road... way down at the bottom of our hill and near the little house that's across the road from our pond. That neighbor has a lot of chickens and roosters, and they're always in the road, on the road, and pecking in the grass growing on both sides of the pavement.

One of them was either in the road and got hit by a car, or one of the other neighbors' dogs caught the chicken for lunch... not a pretty sight down there for that poor black- and white-feathered chicken. The vultures were up in the sky making their slow flying circles, looking down to make sure the chicken was really dead, I guess. One vulture had landed on the grass and tentatively pulled out some feathers... so by tomorrow, that poor chicken will not only be dead, but naked as well.

One of the other neighbors called me yesterday to ask if I knew anyone who had lost a black cat. She knows that one of our cats is all black, so I assured her that Mickey was safely tucked into his heated spot in the garage, not wanting to come out till the sun started to shine again. G breathed a sigh of relief at that.... because the black cat she found was dead at the side of the road near her property.

On any given day, there is some sort of catastrophe with a feathered or furry animal... at least I think it's a catastrophe... for those who have lived up here in the hills for decades, they seem to believe it's just another day on the ranch.