07/16/09: Their relationship — the rooster and Ms. Sandrow’s, that is — followed the usual fowl-meets-human trajectory. Ms. Sandrow gave him a name, Shinnecock, for the woods he was found in, and then set about learning how to make him comfortable. The rooster set about charming his new family: flying down each morning from the tree he roosted in (“Who knew chickens could fly?” Ms. Sandrow said) to dance a jig and gently peck their cheeks.
from An Artist Feathers Her Nest
