Wednesday, January 15, 2003 What shrieks and pecks and isn't Mom?
So, recently, on the same vacation my parents have told me (in all seriosity) they suspect was a drug-running expedition (long, bizarre story), me and my mate stumbled onto The Chicken Store: A little shop devoted to chicken rescue.
There I found out that roosters really do make cockadoodle-doo noises. One of the many reasons they need rescuing is that they make this noise pretty much constantly, and the locals, most of whom seem to be hungover a whole lot, get a little tired of it.
I really can't do justice to the sight of wild chickens running around loose. They're bigger than most cats, and they tend to run in little flocks. No one had told either the mate or I about any of this. I had promised him that if we went to sunny Florida over the semester break, he would see lizards running wild, and right up until Key West, I felt like a swindler, because we hadn't seen even one. We both agreed, though, that wild chickens are ten times cooler than wild lizards.
For one thing, wild lizards aren't so malformed and ridiculous when they're half-grown. In the chicken store, they have a lot of those half baby chick, half adult monster beasts, and they have little coin-operated gumball machines full of chicken feed. I spent a ridiculous amount of quarters in there, and didn't even get too severely pecked.
I tried to conceive of a way my landlord wouldn't mind if I brought home a gypsy rooster, but I couldn't, so I left empty handed. posted by Frenz | 1/15/2003 09:37:00 PM
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