A Life Lesson from My Father
Dad tended chickens, thousands at a time. They were housed in long narrow buildings that looked like barracks. Just hatched, they were like a mighty yellow sea, moving in great waves of fluff as if of one mind. When I was 12, I asked my father if all chicks were yellow. He said no, occasionally a black chick would appear in the mix. But it didn’t live long. The others pile atop and smother him. The tears mystified my father. For the rest of my life, I dreamt of that ocean of uniformity turning as one against the queer one.
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I wonder why that occurs in nature and should we apply it to man’s behavior?
Heartbreaking and poignant. Compelling writing.
Great piece.
A touching and powerful story.
Powerful story. Well done.