Possum trot and chicken bristle

Country Corner by RT McDonald

About a half mile from our subdivision are two roads with unusual names: Possum Trot and Chicken Bristle. Maybe were named back when farmers had a say -- I'm not sure. These two wondrously named roads actually intersect though and Ron took a picture there yesterday -- pretty dramatic and certainly unlike what you usually see driving between the cornfields.

About 10 years ago when I was still running in the morning, I was heading down Possum Trot Road when I spied, at the bottom of the hill, a possum crossing the road. He was taking his sweet time -- maybe he was trotting?  I slowed way down to give him wide berth because his rat-like tail and sharp teeth gave me the creeps.

So the road is aptly named. Chicken Bristle Road, that's another story. My semi-exhaustive research did not turn up any part of the chicken called "bristle," although it might be the spur on the foot. This was never confirmed though.


It's a small, but memorable claim to fame, although we don't actually live on the roads, we still like to mention them!