But this is all a tangent. The real meat of the deal is that, as I was walking home, I saw a chicken. I was on 11th Ave NE, near 56th St.--no barns in sight, just some asphalt--when a brown-and-grayish chicken came nonchalantly hopping out of someone's yard and onto the sidewalk a couple of feet in front of me. She trotted along for a few seconds and then nonchalantly hopped back onto the lawn. I was caught off guard and a little startled, but then I was all jealousy: someone nearby is probably getting fresh eggs straight from their backyard, and I'm not.