Do you think, when it’s time for a chicken to lay her egg it’s a do or die moment? Like when a human really really has to go and there are four people ahead of you for the one working stall? I mean, does the chicken cross its legs (never mind the road) and squeeze the cheeks and say, “It’s not your turn yet?” (If you don’t know, like I didn’t, chickens can stand in line to wait to lay their eggs as, like anyone, […]