chickens
Keys? I'm still trying to find where I left my last shred of courage
Keys? I'm still trying to find where I left my last shred of courage. That title speaks to my soul, and probably to yours, too, if you've ever stood in a coop wondering who's really in charge. It's not the eggs or the feed that gets you; it's the judgmental stare from a hen who knows you're chickening out. We get it. You're brave for showing up, even if your knees are knocking. For more on puzzling poultry moments, check out our piece on "My hen came back from vacation with a black comb: should I panic." Because when it comes to feathered friends, the drama never ends, and neither does our love for them.
