One early Sunday morning last month, the missus was a little depressed and so she decided to call her eldest son at Los Banos via her cellphone and not getting through her call (the gadget said the number that she dialed was unattainable) called Inna, our eldest granddaughter (our son’s only daughter) instead. Imagine to her amusement when the reply that she received was: “Nanay, Daddy has not come home yet, he is again busy with his chicks!”
But there is nothing unusual with her reply as her father is an animal science specialist at the poultry division of San Miguel Corporation. It is only that my perverted mind automatically concluded that the word adverted to also connote the philandering translation of .the Bicol word “Oragon! which literally means Barako! Truth to tell, our son cares not only for a single chick but a whole brood of some 150,000 of them in the far-flung poultry farms in the provinces of Batangas and Quezon!
So you’ve already read the article “My Kabir Friends”, an article about these friendly denizens of the soil. Good! Even VW’s Jimmy Gonzales, Raul Laman and WM Arnold Garcia of Rafael Palma Lodge No. 147 sent their reactions to that article for these animals are indeed amusing.
But it also automatically created a problem to the aging lion as he learned they don’t hatch their eggs but leave these to the owners to worry about later.
But we know the lion is not easily discouraged. In the first place, how the heck were these animals able to procreate if they cannot hatch their eggs the natural way?! How else but the same way these broilers multiply faster than the humans can consume them at the dinner table, how else?! But how? Pray, tell me!!! Ha, ha, hah!!
Fortunately, a smart aleck gave me the obvious answer. “Via the incubator”, he said. “And how was the incubator invented?” I asked. “I ain’t as smart as that yet”, he barked, “but there is an easier way”, he continued. “And how?” I shot back. “Let the natives do it, of course, not the kind Magellan encountered when he discovered the Philippines but the native chickens”, he answered. “When it’s hatching time, switch their eggs with that of the Kabirs, and presto, twenty one days later, you’ll have your Kabir chicks chirping at you as if telling you that you are its Divine Architect.”
He got me there. A bright idea indeed and so the natural reaction was to raise the native or Visayan chickens to complement the Kabirs that now freely roam our place.
And so I bought ten newly-hatched Visayan chicks last August 21 from Andoy, our neighbor for P150 and promptly freed these at our backyard. “Timely,” I mused, “for the date is symbolic as it marks Ninoy’s death anniversary and is therefore easy to remember”. The only trouble is, at counting time when dusk sets on the horizon, only eight remained. Our neighbor’s tomcat gobbled two of these.
The disappearance of the two young chicks automatically elicited the issuance of a decree: “any cat seen roaming our backyard will be shot as they are a menace to these feathered friends”. Even our neighbors complain about them And no sooner, one received its death sentence by receiving a 22-caliber slug right at its carnivorous breast.
As this article is being written, eight lively Visayan chicks, now a full month old, compete with the six Kabirs in gobbling the corn grits that I throw at them. And their colors are in pairs, two are colored black, two have shades of dirty white, another two are of dark-red, while the remaining two have light-red feathers. Which promptly made me name these as Batman because one has white color in its eyes that look no different from a mask, Wonder Woman, Superman and Robin, names that were borrowed from the comic strips.. When Bros. Arsenio Arugay and Eric Ushida visited us a few days ago, they were as amused at seeing the big-sized Kabirs and the eight midget-sized Visayan chicks that looks more like feathered “bagtoks” or mice that freely roam our backyard.
Nice friendly animals to anticipate their maturity and thus be made useful not only to hatch my Kabir eggs but also as meat for the dining table. The only trouble is, even at this early stage, I’ll encounter problems naming them. How should I grapple with the problem should the chicks that I named Robin happen to be female or the chicks that I call Wonder Woman turn out to be males?
Like the joke that says “Boy Scout na lalaki, and Boy Scout na babadji’!! or getD
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