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HOLLYWOOD CHICKENS - Terry
Pratchett
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The facts are these:
In 1973 a lorry overturned at a freeway
interchange in Hollywood. It was one of
the busiest in the United States and,
therefore, the world.
It shed some of its load. It had been
carrying chickens. A few crates broke.
Alongside the interchange, bordered on
three sides by thundering traffic and on
the fourth by a wall, was a quarter-mile
of heavily-shrubbed verge.
No one bothered too much about a few
chickens.
Peck peck.
Scratch. Scratch.
Cluck?
It is a matter of record that, after a while,
those who regularly drove this route
noticed that the chickens had survived.
There were, and indeed still are,
sprinklers on the verge to keep the
greenery alive and presumably the
meagre population of bugs was
supplemented by edible fallout from the
constant stream of traffic.
The chickens seemed to be settling in.
They were breeding.
Peck peck. Scratch. Peck
Peck?
Scratch peck?
Peck?
Peck + peck = squawk
Cluck?
A rough census indicated that the
population stabilised at around fifty
birds. For the first few years young
chickens would frequently be found
laminated to the blacktop, but some sort
of natural selection appeared to be
operating, or, if we may put it another
way, flat hens don’t lay eggs.
Passing motorists did occasionally notice
a few birds standing at the kerb, staring
intently at the far verge.
They looked like birds with a problem,
they said.
SQUAWK PECK PECK CROW!
I Peck squawk peck
II Squawk crow peck
III Squawk squawk crow
IV Scratch crow peck waark
V (Neck stretch) peck crow
VI Peck peck peck (preen feathers)
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