When you’ve had a few chickens, you realise that chickens are just protein balls on ugly little feet.
Everything eats chickens. Snakes, rats, dogs, cats, owls, mongooses, caracals, everything.
They’re always dying. After a while you become inured to chicken death.
“Ah well, what’s another chicken.”
But that’s not right.
Every chicken is a soul. Even the ones with the super gnarled feet.
Even though every chicken, ever, is highly likely to meet an untimely demise, you can’t treat them as such.
Even chickens have feelings.