We love a good, healthy ghost story (as long as it’s not too scary).
So, when we heard about a road haunted by ghost chickens, we knew we had to investigate. We’re not the kind of people who balk at a challenge.
Our expedition presented several.
First, we had to find Chicken Alley Road. One legend associated with it involves a lone street sign that disappears. I can report that the street sign did, indeed, disappear for our ghost hunting team. We relied on our sophisticated Gizmo for Pinpointing Specters (GPS) to help us locate the fowl phantoms.
Eventually, after several passes by one of those gorgeous Wisconsin farms that look especially inviting in the summer sun, we used our superior ghost hunting skills to deduce that “Chicken Alley Farms” must be located on Chicken Alley Road.
Bravely, we exited our Ectomobile and made our way to the middle of the road. We genuinely hoped to be greeted by phantom chickens. For one thing, we were hungry and at least one of us hoped that ghost chickens appeared in the form of crispy nuggets.
We were also intrigued.
So we stood there, arms linked, two team members looking east, another looking west and a fourth guy frantically scanning the desolate road in all directions for any hint of oncoming traffic.
Eventually, a low bellowing rose up, along with our hopes for an ethereal encounter.
“Is that a ghost?”
“I think it’s a cow.”
“Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!”
“Nope, it’s a cow.”
In the end, we did not find any chicken ghosts, but we didn’t chicken out either.
We’ll call that a win.
And, if you hear of any other ghost farm animals roaming this great state of ours, who you gonna call?
