Rara Avis. Chapter 522.
It is 10:06PM. I am just going to dash off something quickly instead of dashing something off over the course of a day, as is my usual M.O. It is dark. It is romantic. The chickens are sleeping where they roost, cooing their night away through soothing chicken dreams. I hope to find eggs in my future. I am an urban chicken farmer.
I chose the titl…