Every magickal household seems to have its odd array of animal creatures, and ours is no exception.  We have a chicken named Cletus who grew up in our household with the kids.  She learned to sit in someone’s lap and watch tv; she had a favorite blanket at the foot of my bed; she was used to perching on someone’s shoulder and when she grew up and got heavy, she still assumed this was her rightful perch.  She chases the cats, sleeps in her indoor kennel at night, lays an egg a day, and is one of the luckiest chickens I know…