How much do we know about the world and how little about ourselves! We know nothing about our younger sisters.
A few years ago I decided to have chickens. Six week-old chickens settled in my basement in a huge cardboard box, paved with pine pins and heated by a powerful red lamp. They grew up and I had a great pleasure watching them. From time to time I put them in unexpected objects: a ball from which delicious seeds sprang, or a brick on which you could jump and get closer to freedom. They successfully solved all the tasks set before them and loved to compete who would reach the red arrow of the thermometer. When they were able to drop the thermometer, they ran and shouted, “Nude! GooOol!“They pulled each other’s wings.
When the warm spring weather settled, the furry chickens turned into bird-collar teenagers, and the box in the basement became tight to them. By this time, I had completed the chicken house and enclosed the spacious grove with a grid of stainless steel, buried almost a meter deep to protect against all sorts of predators.
They did not master for a long time, and in about an hour they were chasing each other after each other, sharing the captured worms.
At dawn, I pushed them one by one down the stairs into the chicken store. In the dark, chicken metabolism slows down, they become anxious, almost helpless, and seek shelter.
The next day, all six women were satisfied. When they are dissatisfied, it is heard for the verstu.
Then came the darkness of the second day. That’s why I am writing all this. Five chickens safely climbed the stairs into their chickens. But one of the two red headsets brown failed. And here she runs and runs around and screams anxiously, and the rest look at her through the windows and door and also scream, "Let's go here! Go to me soon, fool. It becomes dark!“”
And here, overcoming the fear and instinct of self-preservation, a rude araucana jumps out of the chicken, and begins to jump up and down the stairs. I didn’t immediately realize that she was showing red to use this ladder. And when I understood it, the little girl lost her patience and just kicked the red up, into the chicken, and eventually pushed her there.
This chicken roar of celebration will forever remain in my ears.
All tribes have totems: eagles, wolves, foxes, snakes, bears. They symbolize power, cunning, and aggression. My totem is a small chicken that will come to help, no matter what.