pullethood

Updated: May 23, 2025

After ten years of worry with incubators that did not hatch, and with tiny and in their own way lovely balls of fluff that passed on into semi-naked pullethood and from that into dead hen-hood, we threw all aside and packing our belongings on a wagon drove down Griggs's Road toward Bidwell, a tiny caravan of hope looking for a new place from which to start on our upward journey through life.

Sherwood Anderson - Triumph of the Egg, and Other Stories