My agent suggested I do a chicken.What the heck. Here is my chicken.
They kind of freak me out in person. When he was pretty little - around 7- my son used to feed them at the farm down the road as a job - we got eggs in exchange for his hard work. Sometimes he'd hold a garbage can lid as a shield to keep them from pecking him as I cowered in the corner - like every good mom would do - right?