A local personality crossed my path today.

Exploring Burnet Road, I ended up behind Ginny’s Little Longhorn Saloon. There in a tree-shaded pen in the corner of the parking lot was a handsome healthy-looking red-feathered hen.

I’d heard of this gal. She determines the winner of the tavern’s Sunday betting game. Once a week, she is placed in a special enclosure whose floor is divided and numbered. Patrons buy in on squares and everyone hangs around waiting for the hen to select the number of the week. How does that work? Let’s just say it’s a chickenshit game in more ways than one.

She's a lot friendlier a bird than you might expect given the pressures of the job.