Rusty the Rooster, A Cock of Notable Size, Is No Longer

(Arcadia, Indiana)  The barn yard is silent tonight. After a day of carefree sex, pecking Blackie the Rabbit on the head for eating chicken feed, and scaring the children when they try to collect the eggs, Rusty the Rooster is dead. Long considered the venerable dean of a cadre of free range cocks, he ruled … Continue reading Rusty the Rooster, A Cock of Notable Size, Is No Longer

The Art of Honest Fried Chicken (A Lifestyle Choice)

Frying chicken, at its best, is a state of mind formed much in the same way as the quiet back beats of a porch-sitting session with a dear friend. It has a rhythm. It is good company on a sunny summer afternoon. It is pointless to rush. Futile, even. Besides, the comfort of a good … Continue reading The Art of Honest Fried Chicken (A Lifestyle Choice)

The Chicken Massacre at Crooked Creek

Last night's rain, soaked up by the hot earth, is rising again this morning as steam. As the truck rattles down the long gravel drive and we get close to the orchard, the apple trees emerge from the light fog, the treetops magically floating in a cloud. Then, through the mist, I begin to see … Continue reading The Chicken Massacre at Crooked Creek