Why did the chicken cross the road?
Ah, now that’s a sight you don’t see every day—chickens, law-abiding and patient, waiting for the right moment to cross the street like seasoned pedestrians.
This was back when I was overseeing an FHA 203k renovation project just down the road. The property was an old craftsman-style home, beat up from years of neglect, but it had good bones. I was standing near my truck, going over contractor bids, when I spotted them—the rooster and his two hens, standing at the edge of the road right by the stop sign.
At first, I thought, Surely they’ll just wander across without a care. But no, these weren’t just any ordinary chickens. They were savvy, city-wise, and disciplined.
The rooster stood tall, chest puffed out, as if commanding an unseen army. His beady eyes darted left, right, and left again, just like your driver’s ed instructor used to drill into your head. The hens, meanwhile, stayed close behind him, clucking softly like nervous commuters at a crosswalk.
Traffic was steady—trucks, cars, even a bicycle or two—but they never budged. They just waited as if they knew the street's rhythm and the neighborhood's ebb and flow. It was almost as if they had been through this routine before.
Then, the moment arrived.
A break in the traffic.
With a sharp cluck—an order, clear as day—the rooster stepped forward, strutting with purpose. The hens followed, quick but composed, their tiny claws clicking against the pavement. They moved in sync, like a well-practiced squadron, never breaking formation.
I watched them reach the other side, stepping onto the park’s grassy edge. The rooster turned, ruffled his feathers, and let out a victorious crow—as if to say, "See? That’s how it’s done."
I shook my head and laughed. “You’d make a fine crossing guard, buddy,” I muttered before returning to my paperwork.
It's just another day in real estate renovations—where sometimes, the smallest, strangest moments leave the biggest impressions.
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