We have a really old tv. I mean it has to be strapped to the wall so it doesn't tip forward and kill the cat. We never got a lot of stations even though we have one of those modern tv antennas on the roof. Now thanks to the US and going digital (there is a conspiracy there somewhere) we get 3 Canadian stations, one of them in French. I don't mind. I go days without watching tv and I like our local flavour. I'm getting really good at French too. Now, you may be asking, dear reader, "What does this have to do with chickens?" Glad you asked. When you got chickens, you don't need tv. These guys are funny. They are erratic, at times aggressive, unpredictable and cute; something for the whole family. When we put their perch in the brooder, Brave Chicken Farmer jr calls it "the limbo show". They seem really freaked out by this intruder and take turns nervously hopping, walking over or under the stick. We sing the limbo song so they can get into the spirit of things. There's the "try-to-fly-and-land-on-the-thermometer-show", the "peck-crap-off-your-neighbour-show", "The-toss-the-wood-chips-in-the-air-show"...it's like cable. BCFjr and I each pull up a chair, or better yet, he sits on my lap and we watch the poultry equivalent of The Three Stooges as time seems to stop, if only for a moment.
Could a brave chicken farmer ask for anything more?
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