In addition to being delicious, chickens clean up nice when it comes to the fascinating, ever-expanding world of Show Poultry. French chickens in particular, Faverolles, are something to behold in the pageant circuit. Yet, they are by no means the definitive birds of the pageants. So strongly do I feel about this that I refuse to even put up a single picture of a faverolle.
Although it is my dream to have this blog launch my career as a poultry show judge, I’m content (for now) to judge these birds with my co-bloggers.
Kristin : Does the animal win points for being unable to see past its massive eyebrows? If so, plus a million points to the Araucana.
Matt: 15 points for aviator style goggles and helmet.
Jake: E for effort.
Matt: Two thumbs left for fluffiness.
Kristin: This chicken has perhaps witnessed great atrocities based on its hairstyle. 20 pity points.
Jake: I was gunna give it a score but instead give it a hearty handshake.
Matt: I give it a blue ribbon for dogness because it looks like a dog to me.
Kristin: I don’t like this one’s attitude. Minus 10 points.
Jake: 87% Fresh
Kristin: Very alert and stately bird. Short leggged and good natured? A+
Jake: On a scale from 1 to 7, I give it a “good”
Matt: 3 Fans for tail.
Kristin: This animal was bred to show. Look at that alluring stance, the smize, the turn. Best points.
Matt: Two chicken boners. [K: That doesn’t even work, it’s a male chicken…]
This week! The podcast is back in the USS…. ROK? We took another podcast field trip down to Jeju-do, an island off the south of South Korea. We actually saw a brace of animals down there, including our new favorite example of convergent evolution, the Hummingbird Hawk Moth. Listen or burn!
Recently, Matt did some interviewing at The Maryland Zoo and reminded me of something I really hate when it comes to zoos. Prices. Well, namely pricier items like stuffed animals, posters, and….food. THEN I thought of what truly annoyed me to the core. When places do things like this:
This has got to stop.
I realize that part of what makes me uncomfortable is the disconnect I and believe most Americans have between us and our food. I don’t care how delicious or perfectly cooked a hamburger is, no one wants to think of cute lil Bessie turning into one. So, images like this tend to make anyone uncomfortable.
My French is a little rusty but I think the idea here is that this sausage is an orgasm in your mouth.
And for the most part, this kind of thing doesn’t really show up anymore in places that aren’t Asia anyway.
Were they not plastered in their cheesegraves, those coconut-fried shrimp would be spinning.
What kind of jacked up nightmare is this? Just because animals can and often do eat members of their own species doesn’t mean the anthropomorphic versions should take so much pleasure in selling out their own kind. Do we really think animals would be so excited about serving up their friends for dinner?
Or even their enemies?
I shouldn’t have to deal with this. I’ll stick to purchasing my animal soul-enriched products from normal restaurant representatives like children and clowns.