Albert Herdianto Widjojo
I saw the two chickens while walking towards the motocross hills last Saturday. They are in a flat area that is quite open at the bottom of the valley. It seems they are a couple. But I don’t know whether they are wild or domesticated because there are no houses around them. Apart from them, I also saw a mother hen with her two children in a different place.
From a distance, I saw them scavenging the ground but when I stepped near them, the activity stopped because it seemed they were suspicious and anxious. When I pointed the camera at them, their suspicions increased, and immediately fled. I’m lucky to get some of their pictures. This is the best picture because other images are quite blurry because of their movements. Well, I think, it’s their basic instinct like other animals.
As a source of learning, I think this animal is very adaptive and can generally be able to live anywhere, as long as the food is available to him. In addition, beyond the general knowledge that roosters are a symbol of time-shifting from night to morning, it seems like chickens are an example of diligent animals, keep walking to get food.
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Do you have a philosophy or other valuable lessons about chicken?
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So curious and a very high-quality photo of chickens!!!
Thank you, Anastasia. Every now and then see the chicken outside our plate interesting, right?
Absolutely true!!! Also liked to watch their life when I had a rest in a village.
To see live chickens, indeed we do have to go to the village. In the city, they are all already cooked.
why did the chicken cross the road?
Because chicken avoids to meet you, brother.
yeah, I made a joke about chickens when I was a kid and they’re still holding a grudge…
I am sure they are not holding a grudge but are merely afraid of you.
to be fair, I have eaten my share of chicken
That’s fair! I will also eat my part, but if you want, I can share it for you too.
honestly, not a big fan of chicken. it’s a dry bird. give me duck any day of the week…
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I’ve seen chicken in school garden and then at some farms …
I do not know much about them other than the ones put on my plates :p
I’m so happy to know that you’ve ever seen real chickens besides those on your plate, dear friend.
My dad raised chickens on his mini frame. My mom loves brown eggs. I used to take care of the farm when they were out of the country or on vacation.
1. Chickens eat anything (including by the way chicken)
2. Chickens smell.
Chickens have no loyalty. My lesson is don’t be like the chicken!
Looks like you have a lot of experience with chickens, dear friend. I know that in the end there will be those who say this opinion especially don’t be like chicken.
There was a hurricane in Hawaii 30 years ago. 1000’s of farm chickens escaped and now roam the island.
No point to that other than sometimes freedom isn’t taken.
Reminds me of the tale of the attack monster chicken. We were in Jamaica, a lot of wild chickens there. We each had our own small pools outside of our back porches. One morning I hear my neighbor (a big burly logger looking guy) Scream and tip over the lounge chair, just as we were walking by. A chicken had come out of the tree, and landed on him. It was the funniest thing to see.
That must have shocked him so much! That’s really a funny story, Kim.
I guess you could say the big logger looking dude was “checken ;-)”
Hawaiian chicken became interesting knowledge for me.
Great quotes for thought and realization.
🙂 I was bereft of thoughts at the moment. Glad there was some value!
Checken…? Is that a slang term or a mockery or just a joke?
I was trying to say cheeeeccken a snotty way of saying Chicken.
Yep! Finding values is always a delight for me too.
🙂 thanks Albert. I am glad you found value.
He was for a moment a big cheek..un? lol
Groan. Wow, and I thought dad jokes were bad.
Those who have the right to language are better suited to laugh there then the audience.
Those are healthy looking chickens, sounds like they are wild. I would love to have chickens, and have thought about a small chicken coop with about five hens. Someday. I would love to see a wild one like this.
That’s your excellence, Kim. For don’t imagine their existence next on the plate but in a small coop on your yard.
My late grandmother who lived in the interior of Panama had a lot of chickens in her home. I remember seeing a home in Metairie Louisiana where one of the homes had a chicken farm that was small since it was in a residential area.
Sometimes I miss that kind of inland atmosphere. Farms in residential areas? Very interesting. Don’t the neighbors there complain about it? Usually, people can’t stand the smell of the chicken droppings.
I am sure that the neighbors complained about the chickens nearby their homes. The home was across the main road from my former home which was pretty far away from the chicken home where I used to walk my late dog.
Not many are resistant to the smell of chicken besides the owner.
That is true since the smell of chicken waste would drive anybody nuttier than Squirrel Girl the Marvel super heroine.
Yeah! That’s a very interesting comparison!
Hey, now you are starting to joke! I love it!
I did go up watching English speaking comedians who had variety shows as well as Spanish comedians in Panama.
My sister-in-law raises chickens. Normally they live in her backyard but, during Chicago’s recent cold weather, she had to let them into her kitchen.
Compassionate action. Is that what she does every winter for those chickens?
She’s only had them for two years or so. Last winter wasn’t anywhere near as bad as this one so the heating unit in the coup was able to keep them warm. This past week was just way too cold to leave them outside.
I see… If they are just a little, it doesn’t matter, I can’t imagine the opposite.
Sadly her rooster died recently. It was before the cold snap so we’re not sure what killed it. The rooster was nasty-tempered and would chase people aroun her yard. It would have been hysterical if she had to bring it indoors.
I don’t know enough about them to say whether or not the bad temper was caused by whatever killed it but they had it for a while and it was always nasty.
That’s something that sounds weird. Could it be that nasty-tempered is a symptom of a disease that has caused its death?
Great shot. We never had a chicken, so I know a little about them. I’m afraid of a cock because he attacked me once.
I wonder why you and Carol have the same experience. I never knew that roosters attacked people. Well, maybe I just haven’t seen or experienced it.
? This is really a coincidence. I was in the garden and picked up a salad. The neighbors’ cock jumped over the fence and attacked me. The cock was very persistent because I could hardly get rid of it.
Gosh, Vidocka. I really don’t know there is a cock that is so intent on attacking people, even jumping over fences!
I experienced this for the first time and I was very shocked because I did not expect something like this
My sister-in-law is raising chickens. She had a rooster that was very mean and would chase her and her kids around her backyard,
Yes, you are the third person to say that here, and this is the first time I know it.
I will have the same shock as you if I experience it.
Great shot! My grandparents lived on a farm,, and I used to love to stay all night. i would dream of a cow peaking in my window, or coming through the door lol. My sister and I could pic a baby chick of our choice, and tie a band on it, or proof of it not not getting on someone plate lol.
Wow! You have a very nice childhood, LaJenna. Baby chickens are very cute, I often buy them when I am a child. Usually male babies from laying hens are colored by traders and then sold to children.
Chickens are they the same as with us my friend
Well, who knows there are some philosophies about chickens from your country. Different cultures often differ in views and wisdom, right?
This reminds me of my grandparents’ farm growing up. They had lots of chickens and always fresh eggs. I actually remember being chased by one of the roosters! 🙂 The good ole days.
That’s a funny experience, Carol. I have never been chased by a rooster, but by a hen because she was herding her children.