Wild animals have little reproductive free will

I got a text from Mama this morning with a picture of a chicken and biddies. She thought a possum had gotten that chicken, but she was hiding on a nest in the weeds in the corner of the chicken yard. I went over to take pictures. I like videos of baby chickens. (Here's one from two years ago if you like them too.)

These aren't any particular kind of chickens. I think they're feral chickens from DeFuniak Springs that my aunt caught and brought back to her chicken yard.



I happened to download this album recently so it automatically started playing when I opened iTunes to look for a song to go with this video. It was a no brainer that it was the one. It may seem dark if you don't know me or my family. My aunt's remark about those biddies: "They are cute. I'm already imagining every one of them on a plate." Here are the lyrics for my mother the English major to analyze.

Grow Up And Blow Away
Artist: Metric
Album: Grow Up And Blow Away
Songwriters: JAMES SHAW, EMILY HAINES

Grow up and blow away

Floating the rent two by two
From the womb
To the holiday
There is no holiday

First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing something to go on

If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver
And a shovel for the mud

If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter

If this is the life, why does it feel
So good to die today?
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away

If this is the life, why does it feel
So good to die today?
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away

Nobody knows which street to take
He took the easy way
What was the easy way?

First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
She always thought she would not