On our drive to Birmingham last Sunday to see the Off-Broadway musical, Spamalot, Becka and I were inundated with poultry of every kind. Vast fields of turkeys, chickens and yes, even emus spread out to the east and to the west as we rolled down the interstate. Poultry littered the side of the road where they had met their tragic fate with the I-65 traffic. And that noble bird, which most commonly finds its way onto our dinner tables, was even spotted on the back of a semi as you see here:
Poultry. No one ever knew or cared what kind of lives they led outside of the frozen meat section. But in one day, we saw that ever so fleeting and delicate existence of these magnificent creatures and were humbled by it. Truly humbled.
