If you’ve never had the privilege of reading this essay by Flannery O’Connor describing life with her brood of peacocks and hens, then you’re in for a treat. Flannery’s wry humor is writ large in this piece. Enjoy!

HOLIDAY

When I was five, I had an experience that marked me for life. Pathé News sent a photographer from New York to Savannah to take a picture of a chicken of mine. This chicken, a buff Cochin Bantam, had the distinction of being able to walk either forward or backward. Her fame has spread through the press and by the time she reached the at­tention of Pathé News, I suppose there was nowhere left for her to go—forward or backward. Shortly after that she died, as now seems fitting.

If I put this information in the beginning of an article on peacocks, it is because I am always being asked why I raise them, and I have no short or reasonable answer.

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