Peeps or not sharpest tool in the shed

The other day, I was riding in a microbus (i.e., minivan) with a local friend of mine, Sary. We were heading to San Macos. It is a town about 30 miles or 1+ hour away.

As we were starting the journey, I commented about the lack of Ranchero music. Not only was there not any loud Mexican-type music; they seemed to be playing some sort of bird sounds. I thought that was odd and interesting at the same time. I made that comment to my friend, too. I thought the driver may have been working on his birding skills.

She told me to wait until we really started going and then the loud pounding music would begin. As far as the ´birding cd´ was concerned, she told me that there were probably some chickens under the seats. Sary didn{t know for certain what animals were on the bus but she did know that now minibus driver would be playing a ´birding´ cd

She was right, of course. It turns out that the couple next to me was transporting some baby chickens. The chicks did not seem too impressed with the journey. Every so often their handler took one out of the transport little basket and then she´d shove the brid back in.

When the 21st person entered the minibus (3 people standing), I started to feel the chicks pain.

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