You know I'm often reminded of the primitives when I'm out among my chickens. Well, chickens aren't angry all the time but content and industrious for the most part. But they have their bullies and their little cliques. The bullies eventually end up being soup but before getting to that point (we generally like them to have a good amount of meat on their bones...no point in wasting a perfectly good bullet), the rest of the flock has to put up with them. Mostly the flock avoids them. Like a playground, there are plenty of nice places to hang out where one can avoid bullies all day long. Of course there are times when it can't be avoided, usually leaving the coop in the morning or returning in the evening. The chickens deal with it and go on about their lives. They certainly don't spend hours whining and moaning about a few seconds of bullying. That gives the bully more power than he or she deserves, especially when time is better spent scratching in the dirt, chattering, taking dust baths, and exercising one's wings. If one wastes too much time bitching one just might miss the fat, juicy earthworm poking it's head out of the dirt.
Cindie
