C.N. Farcaș

During my childhood years, my parents would leave me with my grandparents for the summer vacation. Three months I would spend every summer in a quiet village with a handful of friends and surrounded by a natural environment filled with plant life and farm animals. We had ducks, geese, pigs, cows, chickens, and turkeys on our farm. Among them, one species in particular fascinated me: chickens.  The chickens in our small farm were not quite domesticated. No one could approach them closely without them sensing you and running away. I wanted to grab one to let them know I am friendly, and I will not harm them. So, I built a trap. With a box and a stick, I planned my devious plan. I placed some corn on the ground and positioned the box above it, supported by the stick. The stick was tied to a long rope, and I waited silently, hidden, for one of them to approach. As expected, a curious and hungry chicken approached, lured by the presence of the corn. I pulled the rope and successfully ca...