further comments on fowl

It's actually somewhat shocking how often poultry comes up in conversation regarding our family. Just this morning, Natalie shared another lovely story with me -- apparently Uncle Steve had a pet chicken, and when he went to summer camp Grandpa ATE it. Now, Grandpa contends that this chicken was Aunt Natalie's, but the facts of the case remain the same: 1. there was a pet chicken 2. Grandpa ate it.

I want to know what the violent tendency is towards poultry in this family. Considering Mom's story about the baseball game and the duck (ball hits duck, duck dies), the kicking of the turkey/rooster by Uncle Phil, my own untimely duck deaths (including several disappearances and a carcass at the end of the driveway), and now this new story, things are just bad! In fact, when the roosters would chase Paul and I around the yard when we were little, people advised us just to "turn around and kick them." Doesn't seem like such good advice. It seems to ME that kicking and potentially killing a rooster would be MUCH more scarring than being chased and having a few nightmares!

Where does the anger come from? I mean, I LOVE my ducks! What's wrong with the rest of the family? Why does these birds suffer from such untimely deaths? I suspect fowl play.