The Power of Chickens

We often tell this anecdote during our open houses:

About 12 years ago a group of 10-year-old boys and girls were up at the chickens – collecting eggs, giving them food and water, watching the interactions between the roosters and hens, putting fresh greens into the chicken run, etc. Once these things were done the campers indulged in doing what they usually describe as their second favorite camp activity after swimming – chicken holding. First you have to catch one, quietly and gently, and then hold with both hands firmly but not too tight. It takes some skill and a bit of practice. One boy was holding his chicken for a while, and right before he placed the chicken back on the ground we overheard him say to himself, in an almost reverential whisper, “Chickens bring the life out in me.”

We’re not sure what this means, but it sounds significant.