My first experience with “fowl” language started many years ago when I met an old codger named T. Brady who introduced me to his game flock. A reincarnation of Dale Gribble from the animated sitcom, King of the Hill, T. would mumble and cluck when he talked to them, which I found surprisingly soothing; however, that Barnyard Zen belied the fact that chickens have a rough life: they must survive a pecking order.
Peggy Marceaux 