Vignette

As I was talking on the phone  (about social dynamics!), I observed one of the ranch hands walk across the base-yard and put something into the new chicken run that my brother had made for his motley flock of egg-layer breed roosters the day before.  My brother is indulging a long-suppressed passion for chickens.  I really do not know what he was thinking buying one hundred and fifty rooster chicks even if they were only a dollar a chick.  We sold some but he still has about seventy little roosters left.  It turned out that what  the ranch-hand threw into the baby rooster mosh-pit was a juvenile gamecock.  Which is about like throwing a velociraptor in with some triceratops toddlers.  Or a gladiator in with the peasants. Continue reading “Vignette”