On Loving a Chicken . . .
Marma is a Bantum Chicken. Got her when she was just a few weeks old, she lived with in the house for the first two months of her life. Had to keep her on my lap in a towel most of the time so she didn't poop everywhere but since it was summer and fall we were outside a lot
Finally got her a chicken diaper off the internet (many city folk have pet chickens). That worked for a while but she hated it so eventually put her outside in the chicken house with the big girls … she made friends quickly with two other birds and they kept her close. She took walks everyday with me and Pete (our dog) everyday and would even follow us down the road for awhile until she started liking food too much and would stop for long periods of time. She sat in Meditation 3 times a day until she was 3 months old.
She is Aware, maybe not aware that she is a chicken (what is a chicken anyway but a word we place on an animal so that we can all pretend to agree that we know what it is). Had not ever had a chicken before - well anywhere but on the plate. The thoughts were to get a chicken and let it tell reveal who/what it is … and what happened … she is the same as what I am … what animates her is the same that animates me (and what animates you) she revealed our Sameness and this has deepened here ... in knowing Marma. Who knew a chicken could reveal who one is and yet she has.
Marma has taken road trips … she has even been to burning man … she has been to the ocean in both California and Oregon … she has been to two concerts … the Avett Brothers and Brandie Carlile, she has sat with Pete (our dog) and I in cemetaries and campgrounds and she has laid with us on the floor of the redwood forest as we listened to the wildlife come to life when no one else was around and she didn't cluck...not a peep and we all laid so still and were gifted an amazing treat. She has been attacked by dogs (took over a day to recover from that and she even had puncture wounds) she was grabed by a hawk and I screamed so loud that it scared it and it dropped her and shit on her (it literally scared the shit out of him) lol.
She is quite amazing and now can see how other people look at her, because normally she is on their plate and not walking around town (cause we now live in town and she still walks with us ... accept have to carry her now (traffic) - when she has to poop she wiggles - to put her down. There is an awareness in her, that people do not want to see because they don't want to look this amazing creature they put on their plate. She makes a much better friend than meal, but you don't know till you have a friend like this - that it is so.
Had no idea that one could fall in love with a chicken … however she has revealed that we are much more a like than we are different. Am so grateful and in debited to her ... you don't get to pick and choose who you fall in love with ... just stuck a hand in a basket full of chickens and lifted one out ... named her "Marma" and brought her home ... she could have been any in the bunch ... but now she is like no other and yet she has revealed that all chickens are just like her ... they just haven't been picked yet.
Video of Marma, Pete and me from The 2012 Avett Brothers concert ...
The Avett Brothers - February 7
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"May all Beings awaken to itSelf."
