on wormy hunger
Oh those chickens!
They’ve had a taste.
They remember the flavour, the intensity and the satisfaction from the experience.
The can’t remember where it was nor what it was.
Two days ago, I put them in the compost pile one at a time until all five were scratching up a feast! oooooohhhhh sooooo many worms!
(that wasn’t the first time that i did it. to see me chase chickens, check out this video)
But this time, they stayed there for a very long time. They ate their fill and kept on eating.
And the experience was glorious.
Funny thing about the chickens? They don’t have much of a memory.
They’re not marching over and attempting to figure out how to get back into the compost.
They can’t find it in the yard. It’s a bit too far from their home and a bit too difficult to get into. There are easier options everywhere.
Why try?
Why even leave their enclosure at all?
They have everything they need inside the fenced off area.
And yet that green green grass on the other side just seems to call to them. Forget the fact that outside of the wire they are far less safe and could cause problems for other people. They are called to move from the confines of plenty and onto something a bit greener.
All drawn forward by the memory of something so delicious and bounty filled that at this point it might have been a dream.
And they say that we humans are like sheep?
Cluck cluck you fools.
