So…we have one hen who has decided to roost every night on an outside fence, facing the road. It’s like she sits up there and watches life beyond her boundaries go by. She wants to take that leap of faith and experience something new, different…dangerous. Then Super Farmer drives up, gets out and chases her off the fence and back into the barn. Our little black and white hen then huddles with the other chickens, looking over her feathery back. She dreams of watching the cars go by, about the world that she can’t fly into, and answering for herself why a chicken crosses the road.