There are gifts all around us, I’ll tel you.  Sometimes we don’t feel like seeing them, or appreciating them.  But those gifts are there.  All for the goodness of our hearts and souls.

Call them whatever the heck you want.  Blessings.  Good Fortune.  Luck.  The Grandiose Gifts from the Gods.  The nomenclature doesn’t really matter.

They are the-good-stinking-things in life.

Now… they can fall out of the sky from anywhere, or spring out of the ground.  Or they could be sitting next to you every night at the dinner table.  But not only are they outside of our personal being, and everywhere around us… they… most certainly….are inside too.

We are smart.  We can speak, eat, pee, hear, sing, breathe, walk, hop and touch our index fingers to our noses.  The numbers of our gifts are pretty infinite really.  All the way down to how our white blood cells fight infections, or how the messages in our brains, from neurons and such, travel at about 270 mph.  Yes, we are speedy thinkers.  Some speedier than others.

So imagine my delight and surprise when I sped past this sign on my way home the other day.  I screeched on the brakes, and did a Starsky & Hutch 180-spin with my car. (Or… for the younger generation… “The Fast & Furious” Vin Diesel slam-stop.)  I pulled into the parking lot… hopped out of my car…. and did the Chicken Dance for Joy.  Yes, right there in the parking lot.

A Chicken Whisperer.  Who KNEW?  A Chicken WHISPERER!  How the heck does THAT work?  Now SURELY….& TRULY…. this  is a Grandest and Greatest Gift from the Chicken Gods.  I can only imagine what this may mean for ME!  St. Brigid, Patron Saint of Chickens….Thank YOU.

I am MOST CERTAINLY attending, and I am bringing a HUGE egg basket, and maybe even a skillet.  Oh what a day it will be.

Perhaps I should even go out and by a Chicken. And take that Chicken with me.

Yet… all of this begs the question.  Do chickens have ears?  And if they do not… how does one whisper to a chicken.  I guess I will find out.  Another blessing to look forward to….

“Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one.   But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.”  ― Terry Pratchett, Mort