More Overthinking from the Prof

I was at a restaurant not long ago, and I saw that the menu boasted of the establishment’s “free-range chicken.”

This puzzles me. When in the history of man were chickens free-range to start with? I don’t remember hearing of bygone days when herds of chickens thundered and clucked across the land, kicking up dust clouds that would blot out the sun. Never has there been a movie in which John Wayne had to drive the chickens to Abilene. Where are the exploits of Chicken Pete, the mightiest hunter of the Old West? Ted Nugent would never write a song about the Great White Bantam.

However, I guess “free-range chicken” sounds better than “poorly latched coops.”

 

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About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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4 Responses to More Overthinking from the Prof

  1. Kevin says:

    You almost sound like Bill Engvall from his show 15 degrees off cool.

  2. Javahead says:

    Growing up on a small farm, we kept a few chickens for their eggs. Totally free to range around the barnyard, though we did feed them a little to keep them from wandering too far. About the only time we ate one was when a young rooster decided that crowing outside my grandmother’s window at 5 AM was a good idea.

    The only time we saw a chicken stampede was when one of the bantam roosters decided to bully the white leghorn rooster – he wasn’t much of a fighter, but he could run a lot faster than the bantams. No thunder, but definitely clouds of dust . . .

  3. Eric says:

    I always liked asking for the free-range veal.

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