My husband, Doldin, and I couldn't make up our minds what to watch tonight so we decided on a documentary that sounded interesting. It is called "The Natural History of the Chicken" and it is available to stream for free on Netflix if you have a subscription. As the images of eggs hatching and chicks running around fascinated The Precious, we settled in for a nice, scientific documentary to teach us all about chickens. Who first domesticated them? How are they different from other birds? Have they always been eaten? What we got, however, was quite a surprise.
We were given a woman who swims with her pet chicken, a man who imitates rooster mating dances, the near-death experiences of a hen who was given mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, a rooster who became a phenomenon when he survived beheading, and a long moralistic story about a hen who behaved heroically when her chicks were in danger.
We were given a mixture of "Waiting for Guffman" and Chicken Soup for the Soul, in other words.
What we were never given, however, was the natural history of the chicken.
I feel slightly cheated, yet elated that such nuggets of sheer weirdness remain to be discovered in the least likely places.
Rooster graphic courtesy of The Graphics Fairy
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