winged migration?

One day, a group of chickens went out for a walk. They foolishly ignored the "grass under renovation" sign and walked through the freshly overturned dirt.



They were tracked down by the authorities, who threatened to take disciplinary action.



They spent some time in a refugee camp, where conditions were far from ideal.



When they were reunited and granted asylum in New York, they were so happy that they did acrobatics.



Thus ends our little tale. Perhaps sandia should not write children's stories.