Tuesday, March 18, 2008
We were reminded of these lyrics from the Beatle's song of the same title this afternoon when, coming over a rise on Second Street Road heading west out of Galien, Michigan, we spotted several free-ranging Domestic Chickens crossing the secondary road. When we then noticed some wild flapping of wings directly ahead of us in the roadway, we realized, we realized that a rooster was, well, doing "it" with one of the hens. Right there in the middle of the road! That was preposterous enough, but when then he was reluctant to yield to our approaching car, instead puffing out his chest as if to say, "This is my territory, and I'll defend it against anyone or anything that intrudes on it, no matter how big." It is the season, after all, but this kind of behavior is not conducive to passing on the gene pool.