Who knew chickens were so affectionate? My grandpa used to raise chickens for food, and my mother told us lurid stories about that. Yeesh. But after you’ve hugged ’em, after you’ve had ’em on your lap, you can’t possibly eat ’em! Go ahead, call me a softy, I don’t care. The blessings God has showered on us–who can count them? God’s stuff is good!