I Meet Some Chickens

I have a piece in this week’s New Yorker in which I try to find the most pampered backyard chicken in Silicon Valley. (Why? Because a recent Washington Post article stated that , in Silicon Valley, having a pimped-out chicken coop brimming over with heritage breeds is “an eco-conscious humblebrag on par with driving a Tesla.”) Meet Chewbacca, Gwynnie, Marjo, and Betty.