In addition to the eight cats, we also have a flock of sparrows that come to our yard to feast on breadcrumbs. My old lizard refers to them as chickens. As in “I’m preparing food for the chickens.” I don’t know why. Perhaps in homage to the chickens we had some thirty years ago. Those chickens were my pride and joy, but that’s a story for a different time. Now I’m sad because my departure is approaching and I don’t want to leave the old ladies, the house, the cats, and the “chickens.” Though I know it’s time I returned to the company of slightly younger people, and time I started getting back to my normal life.