Last night I watched the movie Baraka. There are many intellegent and thoughtful things I could say about this film, but intstead I am going to focus on the most awesome part of the movie: the part when baby chickens are everywhere. If you haven't seen this fine film, I highly recommend it. It shows thousands of baby chickens being tagged and sorted and chucked down chutes. They are so farking cute I could start freaking out right now at the thought of it. I am thiiiiiiiis close to running away and getting a job in a chicken factory so I can be the lucky duck to sort the baby chickens. I would probably get fired though, because I would simply NOT be able to stop myself from shoving 2, 3, even 4 baby chickens in my mouth at regular intervals. I suppose this sort of behavior renders a hairnet and gloves unnecessary. I love baby chickens! I want to smear them all over my body! I want to go down the chute with the baby chickens
and be a baby chicken too! sigh. j
