The raging debate over the excruciatingly controversial chicken law heats up. Fox News covers the story again….

I was checking into a flight at the Nashville airport when I saw an amazing photography exhibit.

Artist Sharon Lee Hart’s “Sanctuary” exhibition features residents of farm animal sanctuaries, including some cool roosters. I’m not usually impressed by animal portraits, they can be cheesy. Hart captures the personalities of these animals in interesting, beautiful photographs. I wish she would photograph my flock!

The exhibit will be on view through March 4, 2012. You can see her photos at farmanimalsanctuaryproject.com.

I have a sixth sense about my chickens. I knew I had trouble when Josie didn’t come running when I called her. After tromping through the honeysuckle, I found her hiding in the underbrush, a newly-minted cyclops. It’s morbidly interesting, I’ve never had this problem with a chicken. Her eyeball seems to be completely gone, just a bloody lump. There are no other apparent injuries, so my best guess is that she got extremely unlucky and was pecked. The area of injury does not have any suspicious items, like barbed wire. If it was a raptor, I’d expect to see talon injuries. A mammal would have just ripped her apart. So, we’ll blame her sisters (aren’t you glad your sisters don’t play so rough?)

Josie is sitting in a large tupperware box at my feet. I am going to flush her socket with saline and hope for the best. She seems a bit perkier this am, so I’m hoping she’ll recover soon. Photos seems a little much a this point. Ironically, our daughter suffered an eye injury in the corresponding eye, but a day before. Fortunately her eyeball is still intact, but it’s quite a a shiner.

Thank you Paul (and this will probably lose something in the translation, it seemed funnier when I was drinking beer).

So this family gets a turkey, to raise for their next Thanksgiving dinner (we’ll sub in chicken since it’s a chicken blog, but it’s probably funnier if you use turkey in the telling). But their kids love this chicken. In fact, the love this chicken more than the family dog. The kids feed it, play with it, dress it up, let it sleep in their bed. So, when Thanksgiving rolls around, they eat the family dog.