My community also has a lot of
chickens everywhere. In the United
States, when you hear something rustling in the bushes it’s probably a
squirrel. Here, it’s probably a chicken. They wander around everywhere, returning to
their home only to eat and lay eggs. And
then when they stop laying eggs where you want them to, or you have a special
occasion, the meat tastes better and is healthier and you know the chicken had
a happier life. They get into everything
– my family spends a lot of time chasing them off the front porch, and it was
quite a hullaballoo when they were nesting in
the latrine and my host mom had to chase them out with a broom. They remind me so much of dinosaurs,
feathery, tasty, harmless t-rexes.
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