Why?

I was driving with my wife and daughter for a getaway in Yosemite. We traveled through the brilliant green foothills of a rain-soaked California, passed through the familiar small towns mostly unchanged from our honeymoon trip there in 1979, ascended into some fire-ravaged sections of bare branchless trees. And then, the unthinkable happened.

A chicken crossed the road.

And I just had to wonder: “Why?”