If you had told me ten years ago that I’d be sitting here at my computer ruminating about chicken decisions, I would have probably told you to get out there and seek some professional help. But now we're here. These animals are so damn fragile, but complicated at the same time. You grow to love them, and as anything you love, you want them to have all the opportunities in the world to be happy. So recently, we decided to expand their free-range area to open up their world

Step one: cross traffic slows. Step two: cross traffic stops. Step three: It’s my turn. I will take the left and silently laugh at the poor souls stuck behind us for another ten-minute wait. But step three never goes the way we want it to, now does it?

I’m sitting down to write—not because I really want to, but because I just realized I spent the last hour doomscrolling absolute garbage on my phone. I can’t even tell you what I gained from that hour. Nothing stuck. Nothing mattered. That hour is just… gone.