Survival of the fittest exists in 2015. Just ask my chicken.
If you’ve been following this blog, it may come as a surprise that I used the singular of chicken. I started a few months ago with 5. Today, I have a lone survivor.
About two weeks ago, I awoke to tragedy (extreme dramatization). Upon rubbing the sleep from my eyes, there was a monster dog on my property. This is far from unusual. I went down to check and sure enough, both sides of my newly constructed coop were demolished; the ramp for the chickens to hop to safety had been displaced. I approached the coop and found three thrashed birds, sprawled and freshly deceased. A few days later, my son sent me this text.
The last standing bird is a badass. She’s big, strong, agile and independent. From howstuffworks.com:
Natural selection is the engine that drives evolution. The organisms best suited to survive in their particular circumstances have a greater chance of passing their traits on to the next generation.
I want to eat this sort of bird.
Instead of crushing multiple fresh eggs daily, I may be looking at far fewer. That said, I trust that these eggs will be of a special variety. These will be championship caliber, with nutritionally dense yolks. Their mother will have the traits necessary to pass to me, the eater, the healthiest bad-boys available.
Darwin taught me gratitude in this regard. Rather than not noticing, my mind will be mentally primed to receive the health benefits of eating elite eggs.
Strong mind,
Kap
