Chicken Truck

While most things about our lives are hectic and most days we wake up not knowing what will happen, there are certain things that are set in stone. It does not take people here long to figure out our schedule (which is why our house was broken into a few years ago.) This inevitably leads to people asking us for rides. Usually we can accommodate people by packing them in the back of the truck or filling in empty spots in the micro.

So Tuesday night Mateo called me to see if his mom and sisters could ride with us to Santa Rita. They were getting out in the town before. I said that was fine. Five minutes later he called back to see if they could take along some chickens for his aunt. I told him I didn't mind taking chickens, but that they were not allowed inside the truck. No problem in the back (people put them in boxes) but absolutely no chickens inside the truck.

I stopped on the side of the road to pick them up and noticed the cardboard boxes shaking around as they loaded them in the back. The girls got in the back to make sure they didn't fly out. Not 2 minutes down the road Mateo's mom pulled something out of her shirt.

This is not uncommon as many women use their bras as extra pockets. They store there important documents, money, cell phone... whatever they don't want to lose.

It was then I heard the chirping and had to look over. I said, "Mateo! That is a chicken!" He apologized while explaining that it had just hatched and they didn't want it to die outside in the wind.