I got to meet these chickens when I visited Nashville for the first time, and I must say I consider it a blatant honour. They belong to Natalie Prass - an incredible, uprising songstress of East Nashville. Do yourself a fantastic favour and listen to her stuff - it’s like bouncing upon a marshmellow, running through the vast wilderness and basking in the sweet buttermilk of jazz. Or something like it. Just do it.