i had chicken nuggets while i thought about chickens.

maybe i should just start a chicken blog.

because i watch these chickens way too much.

maybe i'm so fascinated by them because they hate to be alone.

and i wonder, that if a bird with almost no brain can be pecking in the grass and look up and around, wondering where all the others have gone and freeze because they are frightened- what that means for human beings who have developed intricate brains- and how we feel when we are alone.

what basic instincts exist in us all?

and are they in a chicken?

i'm not sure, but i feel more and more certain as i watch the one who was left behind take off at a full run to be with the others, and even more as i watch kramer who is typically alone- the strangest one of them all and the last in the pecking order, get stuck in a crack.

what unseen pecking order am i in?