Chicken gugu gaga
In most places, Gugu Gaga are caught, sold, and eaten. That's just what happens to them. They're small and they can't fight back and they can't explain themselves and the world never gave them a reason to expect anything different. Here it's different. You built them a coop. Filled it with straw, kept it warm, made sure nothing gets in at night. Every morning you come out with a handful of grain and they hear you before they see you — the whole flock moving before the door opens, clustering near the fence, tails already going. You are the only human they have ever seen who came toward them without bad intentions. They don't fully understand that. They just know the feeling of it. They are everywhere outside. Waddling. Pecking at the ground. Occasionally just standing in a circle staring at something that isn't there. Completely, chaotically alive in a way they were never supposed to get the chance to be.
About Chicken gugu gaga
In most places, Gugu Gaga are caught, sold, and eaten. That's just what happens to them. They're small and they can't fight back and they can't explain themselves and the world never gave them a reason to expect anything different. Here it's different. You built them a coop. Filled it with straw, kept it warm, made sure nothing gets in at night....Read more