All I could say

I was taking a long walk through the neighborhoods of Portland recently and I encountered a house whose entire front yard was a large chicken pen. Beautiful chickens! All different colors! About eight or nine of them. 

And they were so friendly; they all came up to greet me, so curious, so open, such nice creatures. I was honored by their sweet enthusiastic interest, but I couldn’t think how to respond with appropriate gratitude. I had been in a somewhat subdued mood before encountering them.

All I could think to say was, “I don’t eat chicken.” Which is true.

What would YOU say to a welcoming delegation of chickens?

–Marc