I have been looking for a political inspiration for a long time and I just found one. I think it would be best to give the 2nd installment to the (Now that i found it) trilogy - Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?
I had the audacity to set aside my God-forsaken duty to be modest when I wholeheartedly became the most opinionated person in the world when I said:
"From a logical perspective, the question “Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?” encompasses the inevitability of individual differences in man. The question itself is subject to unnumbered interpretations. But going back to the asker’s expectation, the only answer logical for him or her is “To get to the other Side”. This stereotyped answer is driven by the simplicity of its logical significance. The answer will repel any contra-argument because it’s as simple as one and one is two. To some, the answer “To get to the other Side” is as little bit too philosophizing, that it stops the conversation almost as soon as it gets blurted out"
And then I suddenly (Within the same article - Yes...that sudden) came to my senses and became less opinionated (Just a little less but still the most opinionated person in the world) when I enumerated several possible answers:
- “Maybe, the Chicken got bored and wanted to explore the other side” - Boredom is usually driven by repetitive activities. The chicken might have realized that there isn’t any hope of a more challenging and energetic environment in the old side. The chicken hit the brick wall and lost interest – It crossed the road.
- “Food supply became scarce and so the chicken instinctively crossed the road because of hunger” - This is very straight forward – the chicken was driven by instinct. Anyone is entitled to look for greener pastures whenever survival comes into play. The chicken did what anyone will do when faced with such situations – It crossed the road.
- “The chicken didn’t like the old company so it crossed the road for a better community” - Now this is a bit more intentional rather than instinctive. The chicken simply didn’t like the company of its old folks. It might be that the chicken didn’t like the ways of the alpha rooster and it wanted to see if the leader on the other side has a better set of rules so – it crossed the road
- “The chicken is dead and it doesn’t have a choice, the butcher just carried it to the other side” - Here the term “Dead” means “Unconscious” – the chicken didn’t have any cognition whatsoever that it didn’t have a choice. The butcher was the decision maker and all the chicken could do is to cross the road, and so – it crossed the road
- “The chicken got banished from the flock” - To get banished, one must have done something big against the rules and regulation of any given flock. The chicken might have done acts contrary to the existing social control and got banished. Without any choice – It crossed the road.
Enough of me referring to the first installment. Now I wanna share with you where the inspiration came from and why only now. So for several months I have been thinking of ways to make sure my new flock gets what it needs to be prolific egg layers again. Now that we have crossed the road together, I wanna ensure they are fed right and there are no parasites that would make them ill. Fortunately, most of the infected chickens chose not to cross the road so that was supposedly some weight out of my shoulders, and it - in fact - was. So I went along developing the new place - or farm - or coop - or... let's just say the new "Side". I acquired (by batch) new chicks from other healthy flocks to introduce new egg laying potentials that were unknown to me. I had to spend extra time taking care of these new chicks for I realized they had special needs, they had different growth rate, health requirements and ultimately mortality rate. I had to make sure I get some returns from what I spent financially and of course the time and effort I dedicated with this new chicks that I focused on them a little bit too much. Every time there was a batch of newly hatched chicks I just released the juveniles to wander with the old chickens to pay more attention to the former. Now I wish i hadn't done that. I was there all along non-the-richer. Some chickens from the old flock returned to the other side, some moved on, crossed the next road and found another side, some stayed but to my dismay became really aggressive and began chick-handling the juveniles. It became a classic El Pollo fiasco. The new juveniles' growth was hampered. They became unproductive and what's worst... the healthy ones almost crossed the next road, good thing they didn't have the courage yet but soon they will.
My chickens, young and old, are not producing enough eggs to sustain my business. And it was all my fault. I lost focus... or should I say... failed to effectively prioritize. I realized that chickens off all ages and variety have different needs and personalities. You have to know them from the roots to be able to run the flock effectively. Now I don't know where to start. I'm thinking of putting up a Bulalo Carenderia as a sideline to relieve my stress, divert my attention and move on.
So Why did the Chicken Cross the Road? I still think it did because the flock did.
