Digital Detox

Our digital detox

My kids have let the chickens out. They were having an argument about whose turn it was with the penknife and forgot to shut the wire-mesh gate to the coop. Now there are five brown chickens, pecking, flapping and squawking through the nettles. They are rescue chickens, saved from a battery farm. I’m not sure they wanted the freedom to be eaten by a fox.

And my three kids are trying to corral them, flapping, squawking – and barking. Why are you barking at the chickens?

“They’re like dogs,” Audrey says. “Look.” She gets one to jump up for a piece of bread. “Good boy. Good. Boy.” The chicken is a girl, I say. It laid an egg for our breakfast. Jesus, my townie kids …read the full article on The Times