In the meantime, I thought you might enjoy a little story from about 20 years ago that combines exploration and birding of a sort.
|Not the chicken that crossed the road in Union.|
One day I was driving to the bank when I saw the rooster standing on the yellow line in the center of Stuyvesant Avenue, frantically looking back and forth, perplexed. Not a sight you see very often in Union.
Aloud, I asked myself, "Why is that chicken crossing the road?"
I started laughing so hard that I had to pull to the side of the road. Fortunately, I came nowhere near the bird.
This story is entirely true. I swear. I even sent it to the New York Times for publication in its old New Jersey Diary section of reader recollections. A few weeks later, they published it, along with an editor's note: "Why did the chicken cross the road? To open a chicking account."