Beto and I met some new acquaintances Saturday, on a photo shoot (see below). Suddenly, vegetarianism seems more appealing. I was a vegetarian once, until I realized that I didn't like vegetables. I love fruit, but fruitarians are hard to come by. The doctors say I need more protein, but honestly, it's getting harder and harder to dig into the flesh of a formerly living being. I could eat eggs, but they're just little chicken abortions, the smell is ungodly, and I gag when I try to pull out the little embryo looking thing, which, if I leave in, makes the reflex even stronger. I think that leaves me tofu, edamame and almonds... none of which is particularly appetizing. Well, there's also fish and prawns, but lately fish has left me feeling ill, and let's face it, have you ever SEEN a live prawn? They are seriously creepy mofos.
The woman who owns the chickens (see below) tells me that she
actually feeds them chicken, and that in fact, in the wild, chickens
actually eat their own eggs for protein. I'm thinking that habit doesn't last long, as chickens in the wild probably don't last long.
Anyway...
Meet... the Pissed-Off Chicken... (Seriously, if I were a chicken, this would just about cover it.)
...the Chicken Inquisition...
mmmm.... chicken....
