In a very popular (around here) song entitled “Louisiana
Saturday Night” by country singer Mel McDaniel, a portion of the lyrics go like
this:
Waiting in the front yard sitting on a log,
A single shot rifle and a one eyed dog.
Yonder come my kinfolk, in the moonlight
Louisiana Saturday night!
A single shot rifle and a one eyed dog.
Yonder come my kinfolk, in the moonlight
Louisiana Saturday night!
Well, you get down the fiddle and you get down
the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light,
Louisiana Saturday night!
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light,
Louisiana Saturday night!
Well, each of our dogs are blessed with two eyes, but
Benjamin was very observant the other day and brought something to my attention
that I had never seen before – one of our hens only has one eye! I have no idea how he spotted that among all
the other birds, but I picked up the hen and took a closer look. If you observe the right side of her head,
all appears normal. She is alert and
everything appears to be just like a chicken’s head is supposed to look.
But when you look at the other side of her head, that’s
where things get interesting. She
doesn’t have a left eye! Let me correct
that. She may have an eye, but the red
“comb” material has completely grown over it.
I took my fingers and tried to pry her left eye open, but it was useless. It was sealed shut.
One-eyed hen |
If you look at the left side of her head, there appears
to be a dent in her head and comb where there should just be feathers. This made me wonder whether or not she was
injured when younger and maybe the comb is like scar tissue? Or maybe this is just some sort of a birth
defect? I’m not sure. I’m not a veterinarian.
On a positive note, it doesn’t seem to bother her
any. She’s getting around the pasture
just fine and has apparently learned how to adapt to having only one eye. I sat her back down and she took off running
across the pasture, oblivious to her handicap.
I considered for a split second whether I should go get a
sharp knife and try to carefully open up the closed eye in an attempt to
restore her vision on the left side, but quickly determined that Ol’ Cyclops,
is fine just the way she is. Maybe she
just needs an eye patch so she can get in touch with her inner pirate.
And that reminds me of a joke I heard:
One time there was a pirate that had a parrot. The parrot had a really foul mouth, swearing
all the time. The pirate was a gentle
and kind buccaneer who didn’t curse at all and his parrot was offending his
sensibilities. One day the parrot cursed
so much that the pirate reached his breaking point. He grabbed the parrot, shook him and said,
“Enough!” The parrot got so mad after
the pirate’s uncharacteristic outburst that he just swore more. This made the pirate really angry and he threw the parrot in
the deep freeze and sat on the lid while he cooled down. The pirate heard a lot of thrashing around
within the freezer, but after a few minutes, it got real quiet. He began to feel bad for the parrot and
opened the freezer door. The contrite
parrot humbly climbed up on the pirate’s shoulder, stretched out his frozen
wings and said, “I’m really sorry for my language. I promise I won’t swear anymore.” The pirate was impressed by the parrot’s repentance
and wondered what caused this conversion.
Then the parrot remarked, “By the way, what did the chicken do?”
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