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| Baboon Man studies Chicken Politics....
by jph53 at 10/5/2009 11:26:39 AM
Today I was driving to see a client when I noticed a chicken huddled on the side of the road just outside the white line margin. Each passing car simply blew past him with blurred indifference as he regarded the matter with a stoicism seldom seen on my part. Likely, this chicken somehow escaped his box stacked on a truck headed to a Belsen Burgen death camp for chicken. Luckily I thought he was finally free to go and be the chicken he wanted to be, free to explore the world of humans, cars and yes maybe other chickens.
A couple of hours later I again passed the area and to my suprise, there he remained in his fixed position next to the road, still huddled in his little spot neither up or down from the place I had first seen him, only inches from screaming death on the highway. I began to wonder why the hapless creature didn't retreat to some safer spot, hide away in the woods under a bush... then it occured to me he likely had no other option. Bugging out for the woods would most likely result in being caught and eaten by one of the denizens of the forrest, stalked, hunted, on the lamb. Besides, what would a chicken find to eat in the woods. Chicken-walking either up or down the road would only result in being just a little further from his starting point but no closer to the familiar coop and his allies. Further out into the road was certain death, so it began to occur to me that the chicken for better or worse remained in his fixed position because he had no other position to go to. No safer harbour than the one he had created with eyes shut huddled next to that white margin.
Sometimes it seems to me life is like that chicken. When faced with new freedom and all that goes with it, we simply remain fixed rather than move further down the road. Our tiny little place may not be the best place to be but it may SEEM to us preferable to all of the other places of unknown circumstance and potential hazard.
I would hope someone came by and helped that chicken.
Sometimes the chicken crosses the road.....sometimes he just stays in his tiny safe spot for reasons that only chicken and man can ponder. Hey chicken...I feel your pain.
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