A Chicken in Every "Apt."

Dear Reader,

Sorry, the above title is a play on the phrase "a chicken in every "POT," one of the catch-phrases of the Great Depression (not the current one).

I am using it because at the moment, of all things, I have a chicken in my "apt."

My wonderful dog, Hunny, found it a couple of nights ago in Riverside Park, while we were on an otherwise uneventful walk. It was amazing that she found it, and then that she didn't kill it while she was chasing it around. I managed to get her under control, and when I got hold of "chickie," he wasn't even injured.

I didn't have the heart to leave him in the Park; he clearly was not a wild animal. So, at the moment, he is in my bathtub. Amazing.

More later. I need to go to sleep so we can get out into the Park tomorrow (sans chicken) and get some work done.

Never a dull moment,
Catbird