Dead Chick
Feb 24, 2017 · 7 min read
The regrettable loss of my weekend, and a small bird
“Hi honey!” my wife cheered on the phone. “Remember last month when I said I wanted chickens?”
I didn’t.
My brain’s spam filter probably flagged it as irrelevant. This conversation was headed that way.
“Well,” Allie continued happily. “I got them today! Five!”
