What can a wounded chicken teach us? The drama of life, of life, death, pain and healing. Acceptance. In a chicken’s simple life, I am reminded how complex we have allowed ours to become. And how arrogant and angry and fearful. In her wounds and pain, a chicken shows no revenge, self-pity, or fear. Death and struggle is not a surprise, as it is for humans, but for the animal life itself. They have no instinct to be hidden away from life in bomb-proof shelters in search of a piteous no-kill world. They live right in the center of life itself, in its rythym and flow, and they remind me to do the same.