have no fear, the magic chicken is here

"One percent," meteorologists said. There was a one-percent chance of snow yesterday, not even where we live, but at an elevation 1,500 feet higher.

Less than one percent, I’d estimated. There was a less-than-one-percent chance I could write fewer than one-hundred words about something so thrilling as the season's first snowfall.

Yet here we are. A light dusting of snow on the ground. A blog of uncommon brevity. Both of these unlikely events have occurred with Freida right outside our door. I think the answer is obvious: Frieda—a name which means Elven strength or wisdom—is no ordinary chicken.

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