As I drove to work yesterday near the Jordan River, I came upon a gaggle of tiny white chicks in the middle of the road. I squinted to see them better from 200 yards away as they spread themselves across both lanes. They were a square dance in unison; weaving among each other in little short lines; tipping, and bowing and doing a happy do se do. Like a mirage dancing out of hot August asphalt they flew up then fell, then up again. There we so many that they could not move out of the way of an oncoming car and my heart sank as many of the dancing chicks were scooped away.
The car passed with no concern of stopping! And as I neared, fearing a melee of tuffs and feathers I was surprised by the rise of white packing peanuts blowing in the morning wind.
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