Thud! Judd and I had just settled into our recliners in the living room. That strange sound had come from outside the kitchen window. “What in the world was that?” I leaned forward, my eyes scanning the dining area to the kitchen. What I saw caused me to giggle and jump from my chair. Our neighbor’s chickens have not heard of social distancing. Every morning for weeks they had been coming across the brome field to accompany me in my morning chores of feeding two chickens, two ducks, a goat, and a donkey. And then, they gravitate to the bird feeder. Judd feeds the birds, and ever since our grandson,…