Details about Brood by Jackie Polzin
Brood by Jackie Polzin – Her visit took place in the brief interval before the grime of chickens had been established. The paint was fresh, the mice had not yet located the stockpile of various grains, and our garden had begun to sprout fairy greens and delicate purple stems of a plant whose identity I never confirmed.
Helen’s questions were predictable, but my limited knowledge of chickens did not include the predictable questions or the answers to them. “Do the chickens know their names?” she had asked. The chickens have never answered to a particular name but answer to any upbeat tone, names included, hoping for whatever treat may accompany the sound.