Our church has a church supper every Wednesday evening before bible study and kids' church begins. They are heavily attended. Last night fried chicken was on the menu. I was sitting on a bench by the bathrooms, looking over some notes. A little girl skipped over and stood there. She looked at me and I looked at her. After a moment, I said
"Hi! What's your name?"
"My name is Miss Elizabeth."
"Did you have chicken tonight?"
"I have chickens. I have three hens and a rooster."
"I meant, did you eat chicken for supper tonight?
"I think the bathroom is empty if that's what you're waiting for."
and she skipped away.
I love living in a rural area. Many people around here have chicken houses as the means of business. This county is chicken farm central. But many locals have a few chickens in the yard as a means of personal sustenance. Or a few cows. Or a few goats. Or a few hound dogs for hunting. Georgians are tremendous agrarians and they know how to live off the land.