If you watched the most recent season of Survivor (I love the scenery and I love fantasizing about being one of their puzzle/game designers which means I get hooked into the drama and I've stopped worrying about any psychological damage that that might create. :)
ANYWAY, if you were watching this time you likely remember that a chicken escaped and there was much comedy of them trying to catch it until it flew up into a tree and they stood there slightly dumbfounded that a chicken could actually fly. (Please. They do. Only under the duress of a mad Survivor chasing them, but they do - if their wings aren't clipped.)
Well I, and no doubt a whole lot of other people, spent a lot of time pointlessly yelling at the TV.
I've never owned chickens, I've only taken care of my neighbors chickens when I was growing up, but even I know that CHICKENS SEE POORLY AT NIGHT.
You want to catch a chicken? Wait till dark - this is not rocket science - I could even pet the chickens after dark which as a kid is all I ever wanted to do anyway - other people on the internet say that if predators break into the hen house it's pretty much easy pickings.
Oh you've chased the chicken way up a tree? Well bummer for you (d'oh). What amazed me is that you'd think that with that many people, one would know this about chicken. And, of course, the one scary redneck guy who was guaranteed to know that was in the other tribe. So instead they let the chicken wander around until one of them couldn't take it anymore and devised a net which actually worked, but it would have been so much simpler to just wait.
One interesting tidbit is that Russell tried to let the chickens out one night to create chaos, but the story line ended there. I think we can fill in the rest. He opened the door and the chickens just stared blankly in his general direction. They couldn't really see what he was doing - so no drama resulted and it just turned into a teaser to put in a commercial and that's as far as it went.
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I'm so glad you pointed this out. Next time my survival depends on catching a chicken, I'll be prepared. (Once upon a time as part of a team-building thing at work, we got these fairly involved quizzes on how to survive in the wilderness. We did them individually, recorded our scores, then broke into groups to discuss them and then come up with group answers. The point of the exercise was supposed to be that you're more likely to survive in a group than alone. I got a very high score. It took a tremendous amount of convincing on some of the questions to get the rest of my group to agree with me. The result was that I had the highest score there, my group had the highest score which was exactly equal to mine, and I determined that I'd have been better off on my own. ;-) ) (Of course I know that's not true--but it felt that way--)
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