Once upon a time
there was a rooster who didn’t have a name. But this isn’t about him, and don’t
assume a tale about a flock of chickens is boring. Their behavior mirrors ours,
which may be alarming but never boring. The chicken mentality is to flock
together, as the old saying goes, but should one prove inferior, of smaller
stature say, or harbor a deformity, perhaps a different sheen of feather, or the
chicken equivalent of a stammer (the babbled squawk), any sign of weakness, the
other hens will peck at her relentlessly until she develops an open sore. Once
they smell blood, it’s over until she is defeathered, cowed, and literally
pecked to death.
to be continued........
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