Does The Chicken Lawyer have a deep down personal affinity for Bob Dole? Or does The Chicken Lawyer just like to say “The Chicken Lawyer”??
The Chicken Lawyer encounters befuddlement quite regularly. Muddling through life’s perplexities is one of The Chicken Lawyers hobbies, right up there with kayaking and collecting cool rocks. Currently, The Chicken Lawyer marvels at her new found love of her latest hobby, Hen Keeping. Of course it was supposed to be Hen Keeping, but due to technical difficulties (a/k/a Roosters!), it is better stated as Raising Chickens.
Why does The Chicken Lawyer love chickens so much? The Chicken Lawyer has her suspicions, but does not know. Since The Chicken Lawyer thinks her postulations on chickens might be slightly more interesting than a dissertation on Bob Dole, here we go!
1) It might be the eggs. It just might. All things said, this may be the tippper. I mean after all, with most pets, there is an unspoken vow with your pooch or feline or gold fish: You feed me, and in turn, I will give you love and possibly do a trick. Or in case of the feline, You feed me, and I will shred your toilet paper, throw up hair balls, and leave half eaten lizards in your kitchen, but I promise to look cute while doing so! But with chickens! With chickens, the unspoken vow is more: You feed me, and in turn, I will give you love, and I will take some time out of my busy day to bear down in a nesting box and produce you an egg! After all, it’s more than I would do in turn.
2) It might be the numbers. It’s a fine line with cats you know. Should I choose to get more than 2 cats, I may be a cRAzy CaT lAdY, and be single forever. That is only slightly appealing to me. But with Chickens! With chickens, you are supposed to have a LOT of chickens. That is how they stay warm in winter. That is how you get a dozen eggs. That is how you go on living when a hawk snatches one of your chickens away. All of my life I have wanted lots of animals, and now I’ve found the animal that is Fluffy, and supports my need for many. Sorry fish, you just weren’t doing it for me.
3) It might be the sounds. Oh, it could be. Chickens speak in emotions. They have so many wonderful sounds they liberally share. Angel mutters. I know his frustrations this way. He really feels he gets no respect from the other roosters. Cordie, my silkie queen, says: Pew Pew. Pew Pew. And I know she is taking us all out with her imaginary laser machine gun. Systematically. They coo, they crow, they grumble, they gossip. My big fat rooster guffaws. I know he does. Call me a crazy chicken lady, but I really do enjoy conversing with the chickens.
4) It MIGHT be the fluffy butts. It’s undeniable. They are fluffy. I have a visceral love for all fluffy things. If I go to Target, and there is a fluffy blanket in the aisle... I will pet it. I can’t help myself. In that movie, Despicable Me, when the little girl says of the stuffed animal, “It’s so fluffy, I will die!” Yeah, that was me. I regularly gather up a chicken and say, “It’s so fluffy, I will die!”
Well, The Chicken Lawyer still does not know for sure what’s with all The Chicken Love, but it just is. The Chicken Lawyer hopes you enjoy it.
PS - The Chicken Lawyer wonders....does The Bob Dole like chickens? Hmmmm.....
PPS - Ten Points for you if you just searched Google for Bob Dole and chickens.