You know, this whole health care thing (because really it's still just about somebody else having something "more" or "better" than the DUmmies) got me thinking. I have a couple of yellow plum trees. They produce more fruit than we can use so a couple of times during the season I take a bucketful over to the chicken coop (as I did yesterday) and dump them on the ground outside the door. Inevitably it goes the same way. The younger ones are the first ones racing out of the coop and the leader grabs the first one it sees and dashes off. The other young ones (assuming, I guess, THAT one must be the best), bypass the 50 or 60 laying on the ground and chase after her. Occasionally she'll stop, put it down and try to take a bite but she's surrounded so quickly she can only take a nibble before she has to pick it up again and run. Now, the ones chasing her aren't without a bit of success. One or two manage to steal a bite here and there. Nor does it occur to the ring leader to just put it down and go back to the pile and get another. Maybe she figures since everyone is after her treat she must have the best of the bunch.
Meanwhile, the older hens who've earned their treats with years of reliable egg laying (very few of the younger ones have even laid their first egg), stretch their legs a bit, fluff their feathers, and give their wings a healthy flap. Then they wander over to the pile, leisurely picking through the plums, contentedly chattering and looking for the choicest bites. Overripe fruit and bruising is haute cuisine at The Happy Clucker Hotel. By the time the younger ones stop chasing each other and make it back to the pile most of the best parts are gone. By the end of the day there'll be nothing left but pits because those pullets will spend all day pecking here and there as they walk by, but still, by chasing after that illusive best one they missed the tastiest parts. Of course, if they were DUmmies, they'd complain that the "older & richer" hens got all the best pieces while they were stuck with whatever was left over but since they're chickens they don't know any better.
Cindie