Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Chicken by the kitchen door
An interesting thought crossed my mind. I thought how simple, bare and primitive a chicken’s life is. It is satisfied with eating crumbs, worms, seeds and anything edible it finds on the ground, grass, plants and even pools of water. A chicken sleeps on tree branches or any nook and cranny of an existing structure, the more dilapidated, the more secure for them.
Humans just let them be. After all, chickens are harmless and quite delicious when cooked.
If chickens were human, ah they would probably explore the same kind of curious thought I am having right now.
What a thought.