chicks in the city

If Carrie was a hen, what kind of hen would she be?

A more difficult question to answer — perhaps — than one might initially think.

How bout we start with broodiness.  How broody would you say she is?

I mean, think about it.   

Writing a column — laying an egg.   Not really too far apart.

Both are introspective, moody, contemplative business.  

Carrie, then — probably what you would call a great brooder.

And, hardiness?

Well, maybe that’s Miranda’s department. 

Or — well — where rooster response is concerned — Samantha’s.

Dutiful, protective mother?  Gotta give that one to Charlotte.

And then we’re on to feathers.  

Fancy feathered without a doubt.   All of ’em.

But in a New York City lookin good even in foul weather kinda way.  

Finally — what about these chicks’ behavior?

Go on — take your peck.

Suited for close confinement?   Easily handled?  A flier?  Prefers the free range?  A good forager?

Jaunty.  Sprightly.  Aggressive.  Friendly.  Haughty.  Noisy.  Docile.

Yep, sex in the city chicks got it covered.

Definitely make for one helluva good hen party.

 

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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