Yesterday I was driving through Imlaystown, a rustic old town south of Freehold, on the way to a hike. Suddenly I had to halt for a chicken crossing. Like movies made in scenic Italy, the chickens seemed to have the right of way. There they were, with a few brightly decorated roosters ( a fellow hiker said the were accompanied by peacocks, although I cannot attest to this). I honked but that only made them freeze in the road. Finally they started up again in their journey. The chickens crossed the road.
I made it to the hike on time and used the porta potty. Using the porta potty is one of the pleasures of travel in the United States.
Editor's note: It's wonderful to know New Jersey still has its backwoods towns where chickens still amble across Main Street.
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