It’s one of the oldest stories, the Fox and The Chicken. Two weeks after a fox nearly ate her alive, Fran is back walking around with the other hens, doing the elemental chicken things – scratching at the ground with her feet, pecking at bugs, looking for seeds, moving, moving, moving. I do not want a chicken holed up in a coop all day, so the chickens are free to roam the farm in daylight, and are locked up securely at night.

The life if a chicken is almost primal in the clear outlines of a chickens’ life. Many things will eat them, and they trade a measure of freedom for this potential sacrifice. It is the story of the chicken, forever and again. They are dinner for many species. This fox and chicken story turned out happily, and I believe Fran, who was near death, was brought back to life by the care Maria gave her, and the good will and powerful energy of so many people out there all over the world. She seemed to float back to life on the goodwill and brights spots in the human heart. Do not believe the news. There are many sacred sparks in many human hearts.

You will, in fact,  never see this story on the news, as there is no profit in such a simple and sweet tale. It doesn’t make anyone angry or argumentative, and will not be debated by experts on Fox News or CNN. It cannot really exploited, unless you write about animals and take photos of them. Sadly, it has little place in our public dialogue, which is too bad. I love being a part of such an old story, of seeing such a happy ending. You can see the world as a grim and awful place. Or not.