THE SKITTISHNESS OF CHICKENS—A STORY OF LOST LOVE. The skittishness of meerkats reminded me of a story that Mary Jane and I reference in our conversations from time to time. The story was told to us by a friend some years ago, and he was reminiscing about his own youth. He was smitten with a young lady and his feelings were reciprocated to the extent that he was invited to spend some days at her family’s chicken farm, which was quite large, with thousands of chickens being raised in large buildings. The romance with the girl progressed to the point where our friend made an appointment to meet the girl at sunrise. They would go off to a secluded area with sexual love in mind. The couple met at sunrise, and, as they were walking past some of the buildings, our hero impulsively put his head in an extremely large building and made a loud squawking noise. (He imitated the noise very well).
All the chickens panicked, stampeded, and crushed each other against one of the walls. Everybody spent the rest of the day plucking and gutting chickens.