I've been following Susan Orlean on Twitter for a while now. Her tweets are self-deprecatory and whimsical. She also tweets quite often about her chickens. So, I was quite happy to fold open the New Yorker to a full story about them. I was reading about her chickens this morning, while shepherding Ian onto his little bus.

The first line of the article is awesome. 

If I had never seen Janet Bonney reenact the mouth-to-beak resuscitation of her hen Number Seven, who had been frozen solid in a nor'easter, then was thawed and nursed back to life — being hand-fed and massaged as she had watched doctor shows on TV — I might never have become a chicken person.

Sadly, you need a subscription to read the whole thing. 

Here's the video:

http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1827871374