Chickens of the North

"I met a chicken and managed not to eat it!" Kent exclaimed in the message accompanying this photo. You know how much Kent likes to eat chicken! So I salute his restraint. And yet I contend there is something shifty in his expression here. I believe Kent is in Alaska by now - last I heard he was on his way - but I have no idea whether this is an Alaskan chicken or a chicken Kent encountered earlier in his journey. At first I thought it was adorned with a fabulous crest such as perhaps only the chickens of Alaska sport, but then I realized what I thought was the crest is just part of the chair Kent is sitting in.