Well, I am not sure why she was crossing the road and I am not sure exactly where she came from. We do not live on a farm and we totally do not live in a rural area. I had just finished mowing the yard and I was trying to put everything away when I first saw her waddling up the road. I blinked a few times and got closer for a better look. Maybe I got to hot while mowing or something. Sure enough though plain as daylight there was a chicken in the road minding it’s own business just waddling along. When I tried to get even closer she headed for the neighbors yard. It made me think back to the time when I was still living with my parents and there was a turkey in the front yard! No kidding! I took a picture that time because I knew that no one would believe me. I had proof. This time no picture just the knowledge that I saw a random chicken in the suburbs. I went about my business cleaning up trying to figure out the best way to tell Brad because I knew he would not believe me but the story was to good not to share. I was getting ready to head in the house when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the cat across the street looking quite excited. Next I saw the poor chicken waddling as fast as she could to escape the gaze of the cat. I am not sure how the story ended except to say it was a little hard to convince Brad that there was really a chicken out there. He knew the turkey story from before and said that I just have a thing for random birds showing up in my yard. All I know is that the chicken was really crossing the road! Whether she survived after crossing the road I do not know but she did cross the road to get to the other side.