Feathered visitors often come in my door when I leave it open. (For some reason, “The chicken is in the kitchen” was a difficult sentence for my Thai students to say; not sure if it poses a problem for my Rwandan students.) The chickens in the landlord’s courtyard like my house for some reason. This gal got in my house when I was in another room so I had to chase her out. My landlord, Jean Nepo, like a lot of Rwandans, raises a few chickens to sell. My principal is also has chickens. He’d like to do a project where we build a chicken coop at school so we get the eggs to add to the students’ food, thereby increasing their protein intake. Good idea!