By Maria Rodale
by Leah Zerbe, an online editor at RodaleNews.com
I’ll never forget where I was the day I heard Lady Gaga crow for the first time. Not the singer, but my chicken, a particularly beautiful little guy with flashy feathers and a gorgeous, larger-than-life swagger.
To backtrack: I never asked for Lady Gaga the day we ordered 50 baby chicks from our local feed mill. In fact, I never order roosters for our farm’s small pastured-egg operation (but inevitably always get a few).
Still, I recognized something so dainty and feminine in Lady Gaga as I watched the chicken grow. Unlike most …read more
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