The chicken and the egg

There is a movement in our Country to certify human status upon the physiological act of conception. So, let’s take this argument a step further. One could make a parallel argument for our Chicken population. Most folks, I’m guessing, don’t give a hoot about which came first; the chicken, or the egg. What does matter is the question of just when that egg becomes a chicken. If we adhere to the new populace theory that is sweeping the Country, we have to go with the premise that a chicken becomes a chicken shortly after the rooster has gotten busy in the hen house.

Well, “Lordy” be, think of the all the consequences that would befall the Chicken Nation. For starters, the hen houses would have to vastly expanded to cope with the influx of new fluffy little chicks. Who is going to pay for this urban renewal project? Don’t rely on the roosters and hens. The only capital they have to offer is chicken shit. And, who’s shelling out for the increase in chicken feed because of all these fluff balls? Certainly not Farmer Bill, he’s just making it by with his own family to feed. The question then arises, are we legally emboldened to still chow down on Chicken? That ‘s a dicey situation, given the whole inception argument.

My immediate thought is that Mr. Rooster is going  to flee the scene, and look elsewhere for a better life. And, what’s Mrs. Hen going to do? I’ve got a feeling that she’s hooking up with Mr. Rooster, and leaving town, also.

That leaves poor Farmer Bill holding the bag with all the little ones. What the Hell is he going to do with all these protected chicks? My guess, here, is that Farmer Bill is going to cry all the way to Washington, D.C. to seek federal relief for this blight upon our land. Once again, our politicians are forced to deal with a whole lot of chicken shit; just when they thought they were out of the woods and had a balanced budget.