He’s a chicken trainer. He’s trying to get the chickens to pick up the feed. It’s in his hands. But he’s butting in. He has no business inquiring about this. Felipe the busy body. Let’s call him “Boss.” He does this at stage shows. This is his new crew of little chickens so he can be booked at the next state fair. He wants to show that chickens can be trained. We think chickens can be trained. We don’t give animals enough credit for being intelligent. Besides he needs the money.
This takes place on a dirt road. There is a residence in the back ground. You can tell he is the feeder because all the chickens are following him around. He’s leading those chickens across a very busy street. This takes place in Ojai, CA, ranch country-close to Mexico. I went there with my parents and five of us children to see Krishnamurti.
This chicken trainer is kind of a take charge guy. He’s lonesome, if chickens are his friends! He could be a farmer if he likes chickens. His family put him away on this farm. They do not want him anymore. He’s an outdoor person.
He’s wearing something on his back. Maybe it’s a little child in a pack. I can see the straps. Maybe it’s chicken food.
He dreams of audience applause. He dreams of a beautiful woman instead of a beautiful chicken. He dreams of a big success at the fair with his trained chickens. He does not have any family. I think he has a loving wife and a passel of children, at least 5-6. The chickens don’t have names. The chickens look willing to obey. They seem to like him. He feeds the adult chickens am and pm and some of the food drips out of his pants and the little ones follow. It’s a nice sunny day. He has a hat on to protect him from the sun.
Story created by female storytellers at Seaport Landing Community. March 21, 2016