As I was walking back from lunch, I saw an elderly woman with a small wire grocery cart coming toward me. She slowed down as she stepped past a section of sidewalk where a dripping pipe had created a sort of stalagmite of ice.
"That's a bad spot...." I said as I passed.
"A bad spot there, with the ice."
"Oh. You know, I think it looks like a chicken."
"Okay... yeah... I can see that."
"I was just reading in Psalm 91 about how the Lord is like that. He protects us the way a mother hen does when she stretches her wings out over all her little ones, hiding them from the chickenhawk."
She smiled, patted me on the arm, and turned back to her cart.