Barnyard lessons
The perpetual question of, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" baffles me a bit these days. Living with more farm yard-y types of animals is illuminating sometimes. Let's take ducks, for instance. Everyone makes jokes about having their ducks in a row (or not) as if this is some stellar achievement. I hate to break it to you, but having your ducks in a row is a very low bar. Ducks walk in a row. They just do. I think it would be far more difficult to get them to not walk in a row, though short of perpetually walking through their row, I'm sure how you'd do it. Aim higher, folks! Now, if you got your chickens to walk in a row, that would be impressive.
Chickens do not walk in a row. They will sometimes run together as a clump, but far more often, they just wander about looking for bugs and thinking their little chicken thoughts. I often think they must day dream, because sometimes they just stand there, not moving. This happens most often when standing in the middle of the drive. You know, the one place where maybe if you're a chicken you shouldn't stand. This is why I am also baffled by the joke that asks, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" What's actually funny about the joke set-up is that the real answer is: they don't. Chickens do not cross roads except under duress, such as car horns, cars that keep inching up to them until they are nearly touching, or a human running at them, flapping their arms to encourage movement. Otherwise, standing in the road seems to be a chicken's very favorite thing to do.
(She did eventually move, but I had to drive a lot closer to her.)
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