This is a story that unfolded before my eyes one hot, humid August night as I was trying to get very young Java hens into their coop. The cicadas were loud and the copperheads crawling, as I prowled the woods to herd them inside. I could hear their voices as they ran into the woods, mocking my calls.
At this time, as a mother, I was navigating the world of young teenagers, who thought I was so boring and out of style,
The night and the voices of the young chickens, captured in my journal, will entertain the young and also resonate with parents