Are chickens natural? I mean, did they ever live in the wild, or are they a genetically engineered species?
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Doc, chickens have been around since way before genetic engineering.
No doubt they were a wild bird way back when that was captured then the ones with desirable traits were crossed over and over to produce what we have today. Some were crossed for egg laying or meat, others for cock fighting or crossing the road.
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No doubt they were a wild bird way back when that was captured then the ones with desirable traits were crossed over and over to produce what we have today. Some were crossed for egg laying or meat, others for cock fighting or crossing the road.
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Which came first — the chicken or the egg?
I tackled the question experimentally, using a chicken, an egg, and the United States Postal Service.
I mailed the chicken and the egg, each in its own separate packaging, and kept careful track of when each shipment was sent from a post office in Spokane, WA and when it subsequently arrived at its intended destination in Corvallis, MT.
Results
I inquired once per hour for both the chicken and the egg.
That day, Monday, neither the chicken nor the egg arrived.
The next day, Tuesday, neither the chicken nor the egg arrived.
The chicken arrived at 10:31 a. m. Wednesday. The staff at the post office told me that this was the first chicken anyone had mailed to the Post Office in recent memory, and perhaps ever.
It was still alive and appeared to be in good health.
The egg arrived that same day, at 9:37 p. m. , eleven hours after the chicken.
Conclusion
It has now been empirically determined that the chicken came first, the egg second.
However, seeing the history of previous questions that were taken up first by philosophers and only later by scientists, I am reluctant to predict that these results — clear as they are — will settle the question to everyone’s satisfaction.
I tackled the question experimentally, using a chicken, an egg, and the United States Postal Service.
I mailed the chicken and the egg, each in its own separate packaging, and kept careful track of when each shipment was sent from a post office in Spokane, WA and when it subsequently arrived at its intended destination in Corvallis, MT.
Results
I inquired once per hour for both the chicken and the egg.
That day, Monday, neither the chicken nor the egg arrived.
The next day, Tuesday, neither the chicken nor the egg arrived.
The chicken arrived at 10:31 a. m. Wednesday. The staff at the post office told me that this was the first chicken anyone had mailed to the Post Office in recent memory, and perhaps ever.
It was still alive and appeared to be in good health.
The egg arrived that same day, at 9:37 p. m. , eleven hours after the chicken.
Conclusion
It has now been empirically determined that the chicken came first, the egg second.
However, seeing the history of previous questions that were taken up first by philosophers and only later by scientists, I am reluctant to predict that these results — clear as they are — will settle the question to everyone’s satisfaction.
So the chicken can get shot with a SAW, M-60, 50-cal. or whatever.
This did happen... . in Mogadishu Somalia during that big firefight. Chicken got popped with a 50-cal round when it crossed the street.
Readers of "Black Hawk Down" will know what Im talking about.
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
A man was driving along a freeway when he noticed a chicken running alongside his car. He was amazed to see the chicken keeping up with him, as he was doing 50 mph. He accelerated to 60, and the chicken stayed right next to him. He sped up to 75 mph, and the chicken passed him. The man noticed that the chicken had three legs. So he followed the chicken down a road and ended up at a farm. He got out of his car and saw that all the chickens had three legs. He asked the farmer, "What's up with these chickens?" The farmer said "Well, everybody likes chicken legs, so I bred a three-legged bird. I'm going to be a millionaire. " The man asked him how they tasted. The farmer said, "Don't know, haven't caught one yet. "
A man was driving along a freeway when he noticed a chicken running alongside his car. He was amazed to see the chicken keeping up with him, as he was doing 50 mph. He accelerated to 60, and the chicken stayed right next to him. He sped up to 75 mph, and the chicken passed him. The man noticed that the chicken had three legs. So he followed the chicken down a road and ended up at a farm. He got out of his car and saw that all the chickens had three legs. He asked the farmer, "What's up with these chickens?" The farmer said "Well, everybody likes chicken legs, so I bred a three-legged bird. I'm going to be a millionaire. " The man asked him how they tasted. The farmer said, "Don't know, haven't caught one yet. "
During High School I worked at a poultry processing plant. A small mom and pop operation (just two of us). People in the stae of Oregon and alot from Washington would raise their own chickens and bring to use to kill and dress out. They would return at a later date to get their ready to cook bird. I figured over the four years I did this that I killed close to 1 million chickens. All done with a knife. During Thanksgiving we would get alot of farm raised turkeys in. Usually customers would bring them in the back of the trucks, feet all duck-taped together. They would back up to the loading dock at our shop and I would drag them across the dock and out back into the grass and cut jugular (sp?) and let them bleed. Had one big turkey in particular that I had to kill in the back of the guys truck. He was to heavy. When I tried to pick him up and take him at back he would start kicking and flapping his wings. I couldn't move him. Anyway, he dressed out if I remember correctly at 90+ pounds. 
lschultz, canadian geese can fly at 60mph if they want to but ususally cruise at about 40mph.
Jason
lschultz, canadian geese can fly at 60mph if they want to but ususally cruise at about 40mph.
Jason
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Empirically- verifiable or provable by means of observation or experiment
"In general, flight velocity of birds ranges from 20 to 50 miles per hour. For sustained flight, larger birds typically fly faster than smaller birds. A common flying speed of ducks and geese is between 40 and 50 miles per hour, but among the smaller birds it is much less. Herons, hawks, Horned Larks, ravens, and shrikes, timed with an automobile speedometer have been found to fly 22 to 28 miles per hour, whereas some of the flycatchers fly at only 10 to 17 miles per hour. Even such fast-flying birds as the Mourning Dove rarely exceed 35 miles per hour. A Peregrine Falcon will have difficulty catching a pigeon during a level chase at 60 miles per hour, but this predator can probably exceed 100 miles per hour during a stoop from a greater height onto its prey, although this velocity has never been accurately measured. "
From http://www.npwrc.usgs.gov/resource/othrdata/migratio/speed.htm
"In general, flight velocity of birds ranges from 20 to 50 miles per hour. For sustained flight, larger birds typically fly faster than smaller birds. A common flying speed of ducks and geese is between 40 and 50 miles per hour, but among the smaller birds it is much less. Herons, hawks, Horned Larks, ravens, and shrikes, timed with an automobile speedometer have been found to fly 22 to 28 miles per hour, whereas some of the flycatchers fly at only 10 to 17 miles per hour. Even such fast-flying birds as the Mourning Dove rarely exceed 35 miles per hour. A Peregrine Falcon will have difficulty catching a pigeon during a level chase at 60 miles per hour, but this predator can probably exceed 100 miles per hour during a stoop from a greater height onto its prey, although this velocity has never been accurately measured. "
From http://www.npwrc.usgs.gov/resource/othrdata/migratio/speed.htm
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CumminsPuller, if there were only two of you, were you the mom or pop?
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Is that a trick question? Well the Pop worked at the shipyard. So it was me and the mom. Once he got home he pitched in. They have pictures of their son, when he was little and helping out, anyway of him riding some of the larger turkeys that were brought in. He would go after them with a knife and the only way for him to hold on to them was to jump on them. Some of them were large enough and would get up and run with him holding on.
Jason
Is that a trick question? Well the Pop worked at the shipyard. So it was me and the mom. Once he got home he pitched in. They have pictures of their son, when he was little and helping out, anyway of him riding some of the larger turkeys that were brought in. He would go after them with a knife and the only way for him to hold on to them was to jump on them. Some of them were large enough and would get up and run with him holding on.
Jason
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