My Parents Did it Again!

Ever since as far as I can remember that I've gotten a so called pet, not including dogs and cats. Most of my pets end up being food in the table. Every time that tragic moment ever occurred in me, I cried because the fact that I can never have regular pet not being eaten and served on the table displeases me that can never have a companion to look after for, and to take care of.(I crave the experience for once in my life to take care of something) One example from my pass that I've labeled a pet was a fish that was purchased in the market back when I still lived in the Philippines.

Although they seemed mighty in my backyard exploring, and hunting for some juicy grub to peck. They dig under the bush, the shade it provide for its insect population. The three toed claw that acts like a shovel and uncover the hidden insects. Excitement fills these chickens with joy like Christmas morning ready to open gifts. Field-notes 10/21

Dinos finally meet their asteroid, my parents. After my cross country practice, I was starving. My parents told me to eat so I did. I checked what the menu was and it was chicken Tinola, a Filippino cuisine. My parents cooked my chickens! They slaughtered them without me knowing. The scent of the aroma was mouth watering. Eventually I ate the chickens. Eating the chickens who I know and observed was awkward, and felt bad about it. Field-notes 10/24

      

Picture taken from Christian De Vera

Chicken tinola is one of my favorite Filippino cuisines, it contains chickens and vegetables, onions and other more important ingredients. The whole ingredients and step by step process is within this page http://allrecipes.com/recipe/chicken-tinola/. 

 

Lola. "Chicken Tinola." allrecipes.com. N.p. n.d. Web. 26 Oct. 2014.

The Fallen Dino

Before I had Ariel, Britney, Tyrena, and Starbucks, I had another chicken. That chicken went missing or even stolen. I've been wondering what ever happened to that lost mysterious chicken. In till this that I finally know the answer to that question. The chicken didn't run away, and she didn't get stolen, the answer is simply nature. Nature has taken its course. 

Today I went inside their pen and discovered a skeleton of a full bodied chicken. I knew it must of been one of my chickens from the past that has been missing but never found like an unknown soldier who hasn't been I.Ded during the Vietnam War and was sent to the tomb of the unknown soldier.

Field-notes 10/14

               Photo taken by Christian De Vera 

Since I found a so called fossilized skeleton, the skeleton of the dead chicken still has its feathers on it. When I found the dead chicken I was shocked because the skull was still attached to the body. The body covered in dark dirt. No maggots founds just dirt inside of the exterior and the interior. I found the dead dino under some of the deteriorating card board inside the pen. Field-notes10/15

Ever since I founded that dead dino I felt like a paleontologist digging up bones of Dinos, well small Dinos. The dead fun sized Dino's toes were curled, the skin of it's feet hasn't decomposed or it's just well preserved but did not linger any foul smell, its feather still remained covered in dark dirt that looks like the dirt is rich with a great abundant of nutrients that the dead dino gave to it.

Britney's Partner Starbucks!

I believe Britney is getting tired of being alone exploring the whole backyard all by herself. Since Britney's sister is Starbucks, Britney invited and showed Starbucks a whole new world. I knew this day was going to happened since their height are almost identical. It was Inevitable.  I also believe that Starbucks has taken a liking to this new mysterious world. Britney is becoming even more then a Beta chicken, maybe Britney's evolving into an Alpha chicken. More like a part time Alpha chicken only outside of the pen and Starbucks is her Beta chicken.

Picture taken from http://www.backyardchickens.com/t/734604/my-new-blonde

Today I saw two chickens staring at my soul through the glass door. I was shocked! Right away I was thinking that I had to catch both of them. Double the work. Britney knows whats up and just lets me grab her and take her back to the pen. Starbucks in the other hand enjoyed the new world, so she didn't want to give up her new world that easily. She's quick and and very swift, it was like trying to grab a dust particle right in front of you. I finally cornered her and quickly grabbed her and put her back in the pen. Took me like three minutes. Well, look at the bright side I got a workout from this. -Field Notes 10-7-14

Britney The Escape Artist

I thought chickens weren't that smart. I was always told that they were dumb like dodo birds, and that cartoons taught me that they have a pea sized brain. But not with this chicken. I have four chickens and Britney stands out a lot, so does the alpha chicken Ariel, but Britney in the other hand right now is the most interesting. My chickens are meant to stay in their pen we made for them so they wont poop everywhere and accidentally step on them, but Britney doesn't find the pen comfortable. Britney always finds a way to escape the pen and roams the whole entire backyard. 

 

Today I saw Britney on the porch staring at the glass door waiting for someone to noticed her. Well it worked, I noticed her. She got out of the pen. Britney's facial expressionless face lies a buried smirk, a smirk of victory that she is winning. So I immediately grabbed her and put her back. 

Field-notes 9-30

    Picture taken by http://www.communitychickens.com/the-mothering-instinct/

Chickens are not total dummies. They have a brain like we do, but of course theirs is in a smaller scale.

Britney is a chicken with pea sized brain but she sure knows how to use it. Maybe one day I will keep her in the pen.