One fascination I have developed upon living in rural Nepal is the complete and utter acceptance chickens have on their way to their personal ends, i.e. someone's dinner table. The local farmers bring their chickens to sell to local butchers alive, hanging upside down from their feet in bunches (usually 10 in a bunch), from the handlebars of their motorcycles or pedal bikes. Transportation trucks, much like most large scale industry, does not exist here, so everyone deals in the barter, man-to-man (literally of course) system, with goods moving about via rick-shaw, motorcycle or bicycle. I love to see these large, soundless but very alert, fowl bobbing around like tassels from the handlebars, as the motorbikes chug down the roads. It's hilarious, if not terribly, terribly impressive.... I can't imagine the fight these birds stage to end up in this manner.... or, maybe they too are just simple fatalistic victims of the complacency of Nepal ... ;-P now there's something to think about... :-> what a fowl thought indeed!
