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My Life After the Chickens

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We poor humans, on the other hand, have to fend for ourselves.

Further, as the astute reader may note, more often than not, chickens are of markedly shorter stature than humans.

There were many occasions when this simple fact of physiology would become very relevant to our lifestyles, but the one that is most clearly embedded in my memory is this:

If you have any small children in the house, then you know that they are much easier to maintain and care for when they are asleep.  

That principal in mind, we always tried to maximize the amount of time that children in our care spent unconscious.

Up until the time of moving to the chicken-house, I had conditioned myself to come flying out of bed in the morning, then to sprint across the bedroom, tossing myself at the alarm clock, there to wrestle it to the floor and still the thunder in its infernal goozle, lest it wake the children.  Now that the girls' bedroom was only a suspended blanket away from ours, this situation was all the more critical.

I kept the alarm clock across the room because I knew that if I could reach it in bed, I wouldn't be waking up.  However, waking up didn't prove to be as much of a problem as staying conscious.

When the alarm went off that first morning, I shot out of bed on my mad scramble for the alarm clock.

I didn't make it.

Instead I found that the ceiling directly over where we had located our million-pound waterbed was quite a bit too low for me to stand up.  My forehead met with a rough sawn oak 2 x 8 rafter with the concussive force of two charging rhinos.

Oak is very durable stuff; both thicker and tougher than even the densest human skull (witness mine).  Early man favored clubs made of strong, resilient oak for bashing in the brains of his enemies.  I learned that if, using extreme force, one strikes a seasoned oak timber with a large piece of hollow bone, a deep, rich percussive sound is produced.

Out-of-doors, I'm sure there would be a fine echo.

I don't think I care to tell you how many times I had to crush my cranium against that rafter before I adapted my routine to it, but I'm a pretty quick study under such conditions.

There were other chicken vs. man issues that had to be dealt with.  For example, chickens don't use plumbing, not one of them in my experience. It's just not part of their culture.

People, on the other hand, have evolved to the point where we consider it a virtual necessity.

   

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