If I were a chicken... 2

In July, I composed a touching blog about where I would like if I were a chicken in this city. The following day, Steve sent me a picture of me as a chicken. It's nice to remember Steve. I miss him. But yesterday, I did manage to remember to bring my camera out to my favorite chicken run in town.

Feast your eyes on this:

Plenty of sorghum to go around for all my chicky friends when they come to visit.
I'd even have some funky bugs to keep me company (can you see it? It was beautiful shiny black with bright red stripes!). And of course, I'd be a happy little chicken, because I'd be surrounded by old containers from my compound...Really, what more could you ask for!? Anyways, it was a very nice relaxing afternoon out at the chicken run. It's so peaceful out there - no traffic, very little trash, no soldiers... I even got to meet the chief of the area. He offered to give me land... but then said I had to build a big house on it with all my dollars :( Ha! I guess I should have shown him the truck I arrived in, and then he'd realize I sure don't have the kind of dollars he was expecting! But I had a nice walk through the suburbs and a nice little visit with the chief, plus just a nice time sitting and watching the chickens peck the ground, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes.