With thanks to and permission of Ellen Horowitz.
Bird Flu Over the Cuckoos Nest and Other Reflections
by Ellen W. Horowitz
Until a week ago, every time I spotted flocks of migratory birds from my kitchen window in the Golan Heights, I would grab the binoculars and rush the kids outside to watch a spectacular site. Nowadays, when I spot the flocks, I yell “duck”, grab the kids, and race into the house for cover.
That I have 10 chickens running around my backyard adds to my anxiety. I’ve come to like my chickens. If you recall, two years ago Purim, I expressed a different type of chicken anxiety in “One Tough Chicken.” And so every morning, I arise and look out of my window to see if they’re all still alive and well. It gives new meaning to the expression, counting your chickens before they…croak (G-d forbid). read more