Chicken Wars

Undeniably, chickens — say birds — are fondly creatures. I have made earlier posts about how they can create such beautiful bonds with their keepers. You could argue it is the feeding that gets them closer. Or that it is just in their nature to like people. But something happens around their hatching time that makes them all fiesty. Even the kindest of them all seems to get this deadly wave against everything that ventures into their space, even their kinds. As seen, pets also have this kind of demeanor at birthing; dogs, rabbits, cats, name it. Where their normal habits change. And you could turn out to be a big threat. For the birds, this is mostly evident during feeding — they would want all food to themselves (and the chicks) — and prefer a deadly kind of privacy. Isn’t this a route defense taken too far?

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Recently, I came across a peculiar term in psychology called synaesthesia. Mostly it is defined as a neurological or psychological phenomenon whereby a particular sensory stimuls triggers a second kind of sensation. Interesting? The fact that such an idea could be named didn’t just blow my mind but also got me curious.

Reading along, there wss an undefined thought (a claim still under study) in synaesthesia that whenever you eat something, (and you liked it), the taste lingers in your head. And it might stay there for as long as you’ll cherish the thought of eating that food/thing again. Such that in future instances, the smell of such foods brings about the particular flavours in your head.  

Isn’t this how we remember how certain fruits tasted better when we were young? Or when you see soap, nails or steel, would feel their tastes in your mouth? Perhaps also, by extension, could it also explain why when you saw commercial ads you’d get a craving for the displayed items? For example when you’d a spot a ad on fries you spontaneously start feeling hungry.

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Maan! 🤣

I manage to cook sometimes. Though you may not find it easy to eat my food (whatever I cook), especially if you happen to watch their preparation. Because I jumble up recipes. But mine is a better trial. Moreso since Budalangi, Chaos in the Kitchen shade light on the fact that I love to eat nice food. 🤗 Before, even man must’ve had a very lousy diet without the help of fire. Has someone got a different vote?

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He sat there. Listening. Thinking.

The crowd swayed with the speaker’s words. They nodded, some clapped and a few attempted overly jubilated exaltations. While some alike him, just sat — self-absorbed — uninvolved or slept. What was with these matatu sermons?

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