Lesson 997 – They are not chicken

What's done is done. Learn and move on.


The subject matter of a recent political email read “They’re chicken”

The body of the text started with this:

“They’re scared. You heard me right.”
It went on to detail how Karl Rove and the Koch brothers are “throwing their money into races all across the country in hopes of buying seats for the Tea Party.”

I took offense to the email, not for political reasons but for fowl reasons. Why are chickens of all things, given such a bad rap when it comes to strength and courage?

If you owned chickens, you’d know simple things about them that contradict this premise, like:

Chickens are risk takers – how else do you explain that leap of faith when a young chick flies up to an overhead roosting bar for the first time? It’s far away, it’s never been experienced, and yet they try.

People could learn a few things about risk taking from chickens.

Mama chickens protect their young – I’ve seen mama hens fight predators to protect their babies. I’ve seen hens die in the attempt. If that’s not courage, I don’t know what is.

Hens do incredible and solitary work for the betterment of society – have you thanked a chicken for that omelet you ate this morning? Even if you didn’t that bird will tirelessly continue to supply you with food, regardless of your appreciation or not for the simple reason that that is her job. Even Mother Theresa would be proud of such a devotion to service.

Chicks leave the nest – what greater show of bravery is there than to have the confidence and spirit to strike out on your own?

By the very way they live their extraordinary lives, I assure you that chickens are and have never been in any way chicken.



Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

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3 responses to “Lesson 997 – They are not chicken

  1. Jenn

    Not to mention the roosters who sacrifice themselves during a predator attack for the safety of their flock. If that isn’t brave, what is?

    Well stated, Wendy!

  2. Every morning I get up and let the hens out of their well protected coop and their well protected chicken run. My wife says, “I am not a morning person,” while I stumble out into the not as cold as New Hampshire 15 minute Puget Sound morning. (We say, “You don’t like the weather here in Puget Sound?” Wait 15 minutes; you will get something different.) My wife fixes breakfast. My cooking would look bad to someone living in a toxic waste dump (i.e. Tacoma,WA). As the hens stumble out whining for their treats (oats, in our yard), I say, “Stop whining. Shut the $*@& up” I then dig up some weeds and worms and beetles (what hens consider a gourmet breakfast around here.) Go figure. Eventually I go inside and eat some scrambled eggs. My wife comes out and says, “How are my little sweeties? don’t pay any attention to old grumpy.” I say “They don’t love your for yourself, you know. They just love you for the hidden stash of dried mealworms I know you are hiding in hen closet.” The conversation just gets better after that. And we don’t have no stinking roosters around here. My daughter is married to another woman. I think I am suffering from estrogen poisoning, but what can I do?

  3. I really, really hate having to throw out an egg, knowing a hen’s entire day was spent creating it.
    I had a pet Rhode Island Red when I was a kid. She was a beautiful bird: she’d climb up my arm and sit on my shoulder. I can still remember the sensation of her glossy feathers and light bodyweight under my hands … I miss her.

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