I think, as we do with all of our animal "friends", that humans like to give human characteristics to our pets. I'm convinced my cats are constantly plotting my death, but I'm sure what's really happening is that they're just too lazy to move off the steps while I'm carrying down baskets full of laundry. Our species is unique in many ways, but what probably makes us most unique is the practice of keeping pets... dressing our dogs in clothes, buying jungle gyms for our cats, and building huge "marts" dedicated to the pleasure of beings who would gladly eat vomit off the floor or lick each other's behinds.
I was getting worried that my chickens may be bored when my husband reminded me that they have brains the size of peanuts and are perfectly content with eating the other's poo. Sometimes I think that more intelligent beings may look down on us from other worlds and wonder the same about us. But no, we humans seem to be pretty content with our jobs and our hobbies and our gardens and watching our chickens.
I guess its a good thing that we have the instinct to care for and love our fellow animals like we do, but something tells me that chickens are pretty content with the poop, eat, cluck, poop, eat, cluck cycle and don't need much else to get through life happily.
I was getting worried that my chickens may be bored when my husband reminded me that they have brains the size of peanuts and are perfectly content with eating the other's poo. Sometimes I think that more intelligent beings may look down on us from other worlds and wonder the same about us. But no, we humans seem to be pretty content with our jobs and our hobbies and our gardens and watching our chickens.
I guess its a good thing that we have the instinct to care for and love our fellow animals like we do, but something tells me that chickens are pretty content with the poop, eat, cluck, poop, eat, cluck cycle and don't need much else to get through life happily.