A life of reaction is a life of slavery, intellectually and spiritually. One must fight for a life of action, not reaction. – Rita Mae Brown
That’s it! I’m taking responsibility! I admit it! I did write my last post about chickens. Some may have perceived it as disrespectful to chickens. Some might even believed that I speak disrespectfully about chickens in front of my children and that this makes me a poor parent. I also feed my children chicken and sometimes eggs! Now, I know that there are those out there who disagree intensely with this approach to parenting. There are those who think children should not be fed chicken or eggs and that by even mentioning it here on this blog I’m a wicked vile person. I don’t know, maybe they were a chicken themselves in a former life and therefore they take my approach to all things chicken as a personal affront.
I can’t take responsibility for their issues. All I can say is I did write that last post about chickens.
Furthermore, I’m not going to allow myself to live a life of reaction. I’m not, I tell you, not going to stop writing about chickens (or anything else I want to write about in any way I choose to write about it) just because a few, who presume to know me, but really don’t, malign me for doing so. In fact, just to prove my integrity I’m going to post pictures of chickens. I want to do it, so I am! If this is too painful for you, feel free to click off!
Here we go. This is Chicken Youth. Hopeful, cheerful, always outgoing. Loves to learn new things, especially how to be a good little pecker.
This is Kelly Rooster. He’s a handsome and proud cock. However, he treated his last wife a little fowl. He’s single and not in a relationship yet…but I dare say he soon will be. He might be in several simultaneously. He is a fowl, skanky bird.
This is the poster art for the new movie, “Poultrygeist”. I haven’t seen the trailer for it, but I hear there are a bunch of sexy chicks and hot cocks running around killing each other and basically screwing up the set.
The chicken below was on the front page of our local paper last year. Apparently, this chicken went postal! Caused a lot of damage, as you can see, to the mailbox there. They caught him in the act. He plead guilty. Now he’s cooped up in the state pen forever.
The chickens pictured to the right are petrified. They were discovered on a dig a friend of mine went on last summer as a part of his graduate research. He has a lot of pull so he was able to bring these back. Don’t they look good for being buried beneath the earth for a kazillion years? I think this proves which came first. They’ve yet to find any chicken remains that date older than these eggs.
This concludes my chicken activism for today. There, I’ve taken responsibility for the last post I wrote and I’ve taken action by allowing the negative comments in prior chicken posts to deter me from writing about a subject of my own choosing.
I do feel better now…and maybe…just maybe I can let this chicken obsession go forever.