Is there a more domesticated creature than the chicken? The farmer
breeds, feeds, houses, coddles and protects the chicken. In return,
the chicken gives the farmer eggs, the occasional chicken dinner, and
a handy alarm clock attachment that goes off at random intervals, mostly
when the exhausted farmer is asleep. Man in a State of Nature had no
call for chickens, chicken feed, chicken coops, chicken wire, broody
eggs, egg-candling lamps, egg crates, egg timers, or any of the unbelievable
amount of debris that accumulates around the fragile, disease-prone,
evil-tempered, noisy, ill-kempt, brick-stupid chicken. Man in a State
of Nature was footloose and fancy-free, spent most of his time hunting
and fishing and bashing his neighbor on the head, and had no truck with
chickens or garden-fresh vegetables or anything else that hadn't been
invented yet. But the minute somebody or another got the bright idea
of keeping a little plot of land and a few chickens, somebody else cultivated
the notion of waiting until everything was just about ready to eat and
then swiping it. This rapidly escalated to war, taxes, slavery, cities,
congestion, air pollution and organized religion. In short, civilization
as we know it is the direct result of the chicken's desire to lead a
carefree life of luxury and ease, and we have fallen in with its plot
and have just about become completely domesticated.