Saturday, February 25, 2006

"Are Chickens Real?"

Louise asked me today, "Are chickens real?" At other times she has asked this same question about:
  • knights,
  • dragons,
  • Kimodo dragons,
  • dinosaurs,
  • unicorns,
  • elves,
and a myriad of other beings. I like being reminded that the all the little bits of empirical knowledge we take for granted as self-apparent actually have to be learned one by one (with lots of very funny questions along the way).


  1. ok, I am taking this opportunity to tell my really chicken story.

    When I was little, I had never seen a real chicken, and certainly did not connect that alien-looking thing that we ate to what I was introduced to one day when my aunt gave us two chickens, Helen and Scags*.

    We kept them in our cellar, where I rollerskated (fat wheels) round and round in circle while the chickens either chased or were chased by me (when you spin in circles, there is no real way of determining the aggressor, really). Helen and Scags were part of the family -you know, pets.

    One day, Daddy grabbed them and brought out to where he chopped wood. Well you know what happened next. My first defining experience with chickens went from pet to headless runner to dinner, with a few feather sticks stuck in the skin to really distinguish it from the store bought aliens.

    It was really weird to see them running around like that and definitely jumpstarted my metaphysical thought bubbles. That's how I learned that chickens are real AND we eat the suckers, too. I think this early childhood memory was a force behind my ten year stint as a vegan.

    *names have been changed to protect the chicken family's privacy

  2. Um, not REALLY chicken. Just chicken. Sometimes typos are good...

  3. "Scags?" If "Scags" is the privacy-protecting-alternate, I can't imagine what it was actually called. My curiosity is deeply piqued.

  4. Heh, Heh. I'll never tell.

  5. Anonymous8:33 PM

    Ask Lou if she remembers visiting Miss Goldie's chickens?