About once a day I pass by a door and notice the chickens staring in at us.
Usually I feel a little sad that they’re stuck outside and we’re inside, with all the comforts of our home.
But every now and then, I suspect we people are actually like animals in the zoo. I think the chickens are staring in the window, thinking, “Now that’s a peculiar bunch.”
Those dirty windows? Please have a conversation with the dogs about that.