Friday, August 20, 2010

Playing Chicken

The other day I was mowing, and as I neared the chicken coop, where some of the birds were scratching and pecking around in the grass, Midas was standing directly in the path of my next swath.  Well, that's okay, I thought, because the lawn tractor is big and noisy.  Heavy on the noisy.  So I didn't even lift my foot from the accelerator.  But neither did Midas move.  He just stood there staring at me with that chicken in the sunlight look on his face.

Five feet.  Four feet.  Three feet.  Starting to wonder about my heavy foot.  Two feet.  One foot.  Okay, I'm pulling my foot!  So I came within about 6" of smacking that chicken, before he leapt out of the way.

He was playing chicken with me! I thought as I inched past on the mower.  Wait a minute...playing chicken?  He is a chicken!  Did I just learn the origin of playing chicken?  Well, I'll be.

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.  For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil. Ecclesiastes 12:13, 14


Annie T. said...

I think Midas won. ;)

Jeannie said...

I'm glad I'm not the only person on this planet to have such "interesting" interactions with their poultry! We have more fun watching the chickens and roosters than we ever had with the tv..... but I don't think we've ever played chicken with them.