In 2003 we spent seven wonderful days in a beachfront resort in Bali. It was so beachfront that in the mornings the oceans waves would splash over the walls and into the pool that was right in front on our condo. We hardly ever the resort except for a meal. And every time we’d walk the narrow alley from the resort to the road, I’d see a pink chicken darting under one of the bushes. Of course, on one else saw the chicken. And they didn’t believe me either.
Every day, camera in hand, I crept along the roadside bushes to get proof of the pink chicken’s existence. Finally I did. If you follow me on Twitter (@Fyl), you now know the story behind the pink chicken.