As you may know, I am getting into the country life and have learned far more than I care to about chickens. No I don’t have any, although I will have to tell you about The Great Guinea Caper one day. So anyway, my dad has a friend in Louisiana who hosted a metal detecting hunt on his land—a weekend affair. Yes, he’s the one with the chickens, at least 20 possibly up to 30. They were everywhere. Nadine fed a really big rooster corn on the cob for lunch. When he was done with her, he strutted out to an open area and started calling. As I watched about 15 of the hens came a runnin. When they’d all gathered up, he escorted them into the woods. Huh, that’s cute, I thought and didn’t think anything else about them.