On successful chickens
and deep stretching
Good news dear reader!
One of our new hens has begun laying.
Beaker has produced her first small, brown egg.
We were delighted to discover her first egg perched on a stump of wood in the middle of the chicken run.
Beaker has been strutting and flapping around a lot lately.
It’s as though she’s proud.
Do chickens experience pride?
They do have a pecking order, but at what point in time does pride enter the conversation?
How often do you meet an arrogant chicken?
Each night as I lock up the ladies, I peak in with a light to count and make sure all six were there.
Tonight featured a second first.
Beaker was on the same perch as the other four ladies.
Mildred, who is yet to produce an egg?
She was on a lower perch all on her own.
It was remarkable eh?
But what does this tell us about we foolish humans?
It’s pretty clear.
The most successful among us?
They all live with the pain of highly stretched assholes.
Stay eggy and enjoy the yoke you fools.
