Hey, it's January... we have to take what we can get for amusement. I'm not speaking here to hormone-laden chickens found in the supermarkets. Don't even get me started. (When was the last time you found a properly skinny chicken?) Here I speak to the effective caloric intake vs. output of our backyard feathered friends. Consider the nuthatch, often mistaken for the chickadee... but look closely.
He flutters to the feeder, G-d only knows how many times. With one seed in his beak, he flies about fifty feet to the nearest fat tree trunk, perched upside down to crack open the prize. Imagine the calories burned for that one little morsel. Multiply times a day's worth of flight. Ambitious birds. We can learn...
Have I mentioned that Ike ate in a similar fashion? He'd go to his bowl, pick up a mouthful of nuggets, walk to the dining room and drop them, and proceed to eat one at a time. Is it any wonder he stayed slim and trim till he died, at thirteen? Sweet pooch. We can learn...
Imagine!
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