She displayed a spring in her step, followed by a few breaks to peck & take a look around, to sniff the scented afternoon air…scratching, digging rooting up the sod.

How does it feel to roam and be free? The world is a wonderful place when you’re Maeve, a young hen who almost crossed the other side but had her second chance of chasing and pecking for grain in the aisles of the stables, or zig zagging down the field for a beak full of juicy fresh-out-of-the soil treats —a very intentional journey, harmonizing to the resonances underfoot every step of the way. We should look into being more like Maeve.