Monday, March 07, 2005

You're not chicken, are you?

There once was a chicken farmer who was a keen rock climber.

One day, climbing a particularly challenging rock face, he
came upon a wide ledge.

On the ledge was a big nest and in the nest there were
three large eggs.

Eagle eggs.

He knew it was very un-ecological, and definitely illegal,
however temptation got the better of him and he discreetly
put one of the eagle eggs in his rucksack.

Then he climbed down and went back to his ranch, and put
the egg in the hen house.

That night the mother hen sat on the huge egg, the proudest
chicken you've ever seen (and the cock seemed pretty
pleased with himself as well!).

In the fullness of time the egg hatched and the baby
eagling emerged. It looked around and saw the mother hen.

"Mama!" it squawked.

As time passed the eagle grew up with its brother and
sister chicks. It learnt to do all the things that
chickens do.

It clucked and cackled, it scratched in the dirt for
worms, flapping its wings furiously, and flying a few feet
into the air before crashing to earth in a pile of dust
and feathers.

And believing above all things that it was totally a chicken.

Year after year passed, until one bright sunny day the
eagle-who-thought-it-was-a-chicken, looked up into the sky.

High overhead, soaring majestically on the thermal currents,
flying effortlessly with scarcely a beat of its powerful
golden wings, was an eagle.

"What's that?" said the eagle-who-thought-it-was-a-chicken
in awe to a farmyard neighbour.

"Its magnificent. So much power and grace. Poetry in motion."

"That's an eagle," said the chicken. "That's the King
of the Birds. It's a bird of the air. However we, we're
only chickens, we're birds of the earth."

And so it was, the eagle lived and died a chicken,
because that's all it thought it was.

Now there are very few soaring eagles in this world.
Most people listen and look to other chickens and follow
their lead.

You can never attain the heights of success by having
unsuccessful role-models. And following the general flock
can only end up in mediocrity.

Something to think about.

Until Next Time,

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At 4:19 PM, Anonymous said...

Dear Sir,

After going through your writeup, I realize that I am a real chicken.Even the term chicken is not appropiriate to me. I should be termed as a lazzzy chicken.


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