Looks like some of those chickens did not cross the road. As for the driver, I suspect fowl play.
Oh my, those poor girls!
(I’ve got few of my own so they’re not just poultry to me.)
Now you’ve done it. I’ve got a song coming on:
O little town of BethleHEN
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent cars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
*sniff*
🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔
Tis the season (because there’s that very passage about chickens) —
“For I say unto you, Ye shall not see me hens-forth, till ye shall say, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord.”
Gotta get to other side!