Tuesday, April 07, 2009
In which we first meet the new spring arrivals to Apifera Farm. For those of you not into chickeness, baby chicks are hatched and then shipped to feed stores where buyers pick them up. Imagine that journey...
"I liked the dome, why did I leave my dome?" she asked.
"It's how it works," said another.
"Yes, it's the way," added yet another.
They sat huddled together, warm, with blaring light streaming down from above. "The dome had subdued light, it was better," the one that first started up this conversation said. "I had it all there, I yearned for nothing. Now I yearn for my dome."
"I hear ya'." said another one. The memory of her dome came back to her. It's subdued light, it's warmth, and the lush feeling of the ocean swirling all around her, feeding her, nourishing her. The light from above, seeping in from outside the dome soothed her, as did the soothing sounds of clucks.
She never really contemplated leaving the dome. But one day she felt palpitations all around. She remembers thinking, "This is different. I am no longer what I thought I was." And then a 'crackling", a startling sensation of cooler air on her wet body and garish light blinding her.
"Things happened so fast!" said one. "One minute you're in your dome, the next minute you're in a box, in the air, with clouds."
"Startling, it was all so startling. And then you're out of the sky and in a tub with many other ex domers. It was so... chaotic!" one complained.
"Chaotic! Yes, that's the perfect word for it." another agreed.
"Chaotic indeed!" said another. And then the entire little flock let out their emotions in a chorus of chirps.
"This place seems bigger, more room. It's sort of like a dome without a roof." one said, trying to look at the bright side.
Just then the door opened, a woman walked in. She clucked. And sprinkled more food out in the plate that was setting in the bathtub full of baby chicks.
"Could that be the same cluck we heard in our domes?" asked one of them.
"Well, I'm confused about that too. We're chickens, I'm pretty sure of it. That's not a chicken."
The woman reached in and grabbed a chick, rubbed it on her face, then chirped, then cheeped. She put the little chick back in the tub with it's mates.
"She seems kind of like a chicken." said the chick that just returned from high above.
"Did she smell like one?" asked another.
"Sort of...but there were lots of smells on her. But she was really warm. And smooth."
"Oh, that sounds like a chicken!" said another. And they all rested better that night.