The end of the holiday season is generally marked sometime in early January with the dismantling of the last decoration and the curbside deposit of the Christmas tree. The last remnant of our holidays was the gingerbread synagogue, or “ginge-agogue”, that Margaret and the girls had made in December (see it here in all its original splendor). It’s been hanging around because we couldn’t bear to get rid of it, but the “ginge-agogue” was beginning to look a little pecked, as a few pieces of candy seemed to disappear daily from the creation. So, in an act of housecleaning as well as an attempt to save Charlotte’s teeth, we decided to give the house and what remained of its sugary trim over to the chickens. We’ve been calling it the destruction of the temple. Sacrilegious? Perhaps, but would the compost pile be any less? The chickens did seem to enjoy their part in the historical re-enactment.