I was a bit worried yesterday when I showed you that picture of my chickens.
The problem?
They’re ALL WHITE.
In other words, only white chickens which is very close to the words whites only.
Now do you see why I was worried?
I was worried that you’d think I was racist because I have only white chickens aka racist chickens.
They are not racist chickens.
Well. They might be. I’ve asked them what they want for breakfast but to no avail.
I didn’t outright ask them if they were racists or not because I figured that we should talk about something else first like maybe the weather.
I could imagine the convo:
Some lot more sun these days eh Laydees?
Bok bok! Indeed! Bok bok!
Then?
Are you racist chickens?
That would be the smooth way to do it.
They are a breed of white chickens. Despite this, I’m pretty sure they’re not racists.
Nope.
THEY DON’T EVEN MAKE WHITE EGGS THEY MAKE BLUE ONES!
So there.
Blue eggs from white hens who make yellow babies.
How could these be racist hens with their blue eggs and yellow babies?
I wanted to bipoc them for the photo but the ‘p’ as in persons would have to change to a ‘c’ as in chickens. Then you’d have bicoc (say it aloud) and bicoc
My chickens are not racist, and there are no roosters around so they are nococ. They also likely are introverted chickens. They’re not snobby, they just like keeping to their own.
So.
If you’re a white hen who makes blue eggs?
In my mind, you’re likely not a hen at all.
You’re probably just like me - an odd duck.
It’s like the old saying goes fools of a feather pluck their leather.
Stay weird.
And don’t judge a fool by the colour of his chickens.