My neighbour got a chicken flock when I was 16. One of the hens kept scratching at our fence: scratch, scratch, scratch. I could hear it even when I wasn’t near. I could feel it under my skin. Finally, I went to the fence and stretched my fingers through and the hen pecked me. I drew her inside. My soul expanded and she was imprinted on my foot, and my neighbour was furious about her missing hen. From that day onwards, I kept what was precious to me close and warm until it was ready to hatch.