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. "What's that?" "A bad spot there, with the ice." "Oh. You know, I think it looks like a chicken." I stopped. "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." "Uh-huh...." She smiled, patted me on the arm, and turned back to her cart. "Thanks.... Thank you." I said. "Take care!" "Thank you. You too."