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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Why the chicken (or Guinea) crossed the road

Forget the various crises in the world. Forget Pia getting voted off Idol.  I have a more pressing concern.

Why, oh why did that Guinea try to cross the road?

I may live (almost) in the city, but people being people, they will keep the oddest pets.  For whatever reason.  Even if it’s not really an appropriate place.  Maybe it’s the fact they are the obsessive-cute type people who see a baby animal and go “OH MY GOD, MUST HAVE NOW”.  Or maybe it’s because they smoke to much weed.  I really don’t know.

What I do know is that often times these people do not cage or contain these odd pets in an appropriate manner.  I don’t know why they do that either, unless it’s to annoy their neighbors.  Which kinda sounds fun, but hey, I’m not willing to shell out food for free ranging animals just to have a chuckle.

One of these types of people live on the route I take my daughter to school every morning.  It’s actually a rare day when we don’t see various types of chickens roaming around in several yards.

But nothing could prepare me for yesterday morning, when we had a run in with a Guinea hen.  Yes, a Guinea hen (pictured above).

So I’m driving down the road, minding my own business, when they car in front of me made a left turn.  As I started to accelerate again, there on the side of the road where two Guineas.  As I approached, suddenly one of them darted out in to the road, it’s head bobbing in time with it’s gait.  As I got closer, the Guinea, realizing there was several thousand pounds of metal hurtling towards it, did an abrupt U-Turn, and I tell you now, he was moving so fast, he had to actually lean into the turn.  His head, obviously, increased it’s bobbing as his speed increased, making me dizzy as all get out.  Yeah, there is just something hypnotic about foul head bobbing.  I think that’s why we starting eating foul.  We were mesmerized by that head bobbing and therefore figured it was stupid, and something the world wouldn’t miss if we ate it.

I’m not sure what that Guinea was thinking.  Perhaps it was depressed and thought about committing vehicular suicide and (ahem) chickened out at the last moment.  Or maybe it was mad at the world, and was trying to take it out on me.  Or maybe he was a brave Guinea and wanted to play chicken on the road.  Or maybe, just maybe, it was just trying to cross the road, and I was to close so it changed it’s mind, preventing me from discovering the answer to the age old question of why did the chicken cross the road.

My daughter and I had a good laugh over the Guinea.  But I will admit, I’m curious as to who ARE these people who keep pets like this when they don’t live on a farm and why in the WORLD don’t they keep them pinned up?

I guess like the question of why did the chicken cross the road, I will never know.  I’m probably going to lose sleep over it now, all thanks to some goofy Guinea, trying to cross the road.