Once upon a time there was a man-we’ll call him Richard Schrader.  That man had a dream.  Big dream.  He wanted to rule the world with the power of the most abundant and powerful animal known to still exist.  The Chicken. (insert dun dun dun sound effect)

Now, you’re likely reading this with a soggy brain.  Sorry.  Honest.

The truth, Richard Schrader (who really exists) is a man who somehow stumbled upon an unnatural interest in affiliating himself with chickens.  Perhaps it was all the chicken product he ate as a child, or the fact that a certain relative of his already claimed ownership of a cow fetish (don’t ask).  Either way, here we are at a page meant for him to share some of his writings and other views on his career as an author extraordinaire.

These are, in short, the musings of a chicken.  A collection of rambles, gibberish and other assorted nonesones.  Amen… I mean, cluck cluck cluck.

Enjoy, comment on what you liked/ didn’t like (just keep it constructive).  This is a happy place with happy chickens.