It's no wonder I am a vegetarian - meet Crooked Beak, one of about fifteen chickens that come to eat our food scraps that we throw into our backyard. Every time crooked beak comes to eat my scraps, I am super happy to see him. He obviously gets his name because his beak is crooked and it's hard for him to eat. Jon and I think he might be a "special" chicken because he always seems to get caught in our yard when the other chickens can find their way out. They belong to our neighbor who will probably eat them. But, in the meantime, I am so happy to have crooked beak visit daily and make me smile.