I was at a wedding several years ago, when there were only fields around Barr Mansion, a beautiful Austin Texas, wedding venue.

The ceremony began with a very happy groom and a real blushing bride. Their parents were quietly tearing, and the guests were both somber and attentive.

That’s when family and guests alike began to giggle. What? Has something gone amiss? I looked down to see three chickens between the guests and the wedding party. They did not cluck, they simply watched in silence, while occasionally nodding their heads.

Keeping with some decorum, I/we continued. As usual, the couple sealed their marriage with a kiss. It was good kiss, about six-seven seconds. When this beautiful couple came up for air, all three chickens began to mull about. Then, they waddled off, nodding and clucking in approval.

Truly, this marriage was not only God blessed, it was also chicken blessed.