A cage for freedom

12th of October

The headline is of course completely untrue and even slightly false, but just slightly. This cage, that wasn't a new cage but more a reconstruction of an other old cage, provides more space for the inhabitants of the cages, whoever thy might be. More space however have never really been the same as freedom, even if this probably have been an reoccurring expectation among trill seekers over the years, but going in to space or diving far in the oceans is never really freedom as long as it's in a cage. I can't therefor actually say that providing an other cage would give factual freedom, maybe call it something more in style with increasing space which results in a lot more comfort to the inhabitants, even thou said inhabitants probably deserved freedom a long time ago.

After a longer discussion with the aggressive Kung Fu Chickens on the roof could I descend their aggression to them not wanting to stay in their cage, mostly because it was too crowded and the hence wanted some privacy. I couldn't quite follow their cackling but it seems like they learned the aggressive pecking and scratching from cabdrivers in possibly Narangath, which they correctly guessed was intended to call for attention.

I decided to reconstruct the shreds of the cage located just below the currently used one, and after breakfast I started working, sort of. By then had the Orphanage Mother already emptied the nearest neighborhood of nails, about ten she managed to collect, brought out the least useful wood I in retrospect could find and released about half of the chickens, who by now stood under the water tank and looked suspicious. Apparently had the chickens, while convincing me to build an other cage, planned an escape during the construction. The confusion had paralyzing when the cage door was friendly opened and some of them even given a slight push out, that not all of them even could coordinate their legs to walk out. By now they were drawing blueprints of the old cage and planning a way to break back in. To, you know, oppose the conspiracy.

When studying the badly repaired old cage and sensing that the Orphanage Mother intended to continue on this winning concept, did I make up a story of me doing this all the time back home and then telling her that her expertise most certainly was far more needed elsewhere. Even if the last part was true it took me some time and a big part of my vocabulary to say this in the nicest way possible while still being understood. I just needed some tools and they could count on a quick and good job. The little boy beside the Orphanage Mother stuttered for a while before managing to say that there was no more tools.

I commenced the operation with a hammer, a sickle intended for cutting crops and by now a lot less nails then what the Mother gave me. The chickens had, this time completely wrong, figured out that i hid candy for them just under the pile of nails. Despite this did the cage stand there finished a couple of hours later, after some smaller incidents mostly involving chickens taking dump where ever they (word of own choice) pleased, and a shorter stop to find more nails, something to cut the net with and unsuccessfully try to find a saw because the sickle just wasn't cutting it.

There was a festival this evening, celebrating something to me impossible either remember or pronounce. My first thought was that the cage had been rebuilt for no reason since the chickens obviously where about to be sacrificed. With no other animals in the house beside some tiny bug-eating reptiles I still find this to be a logical assumption.

The festival didn't sacrificed any chickens but had instead some fun parts, mostly revolving me not having a clue what was going on while shamelessly being stared at as if I was dipped in a bucket of bright red paint. Possibly would green paint be a better comparison since many still had half a dish of red rice all over their forehead from what I believe to be an other festival ending yesterday.

The most fun thou might be when Nepal decided to shut down the power and no one really managed to get the reserve generator going.