Hi Friends

There once was a chicken farmer who was
a keen rock climber.

One day, climbing a particularly challenging
rock face, he came upon a wide ledge.

On the ledge was a big nest and in the nest
there were three large eggs.

Eagle eggs.

He knew it was very un-ecological, and definitely
illegal, however temptation got the better of him
and he discreetly put one of the eagle eggs in
his rucksack.

Then he climbed down and went back to his ranch,
and put the egg in the hen house.

That night the mother hen sat on the huge egg, the
proudest chicken you've ever seen (and the cock
seemed pretty pleased with himself as well!).

In the fullness of time the egg hatched and the baby
eagling emerged. It looked around and saw the mother hen.

"Mama!" it squawked.

As time passed the eagle grew up with its
brother and sister chicks. It learnt to do all
the things that chickens do.

It clucked and cackled, it scratched in the
dirt for worms, flapping its wings furiously, and
flying a few feet into the air before crashing
to earth in a pile of dust and feathers.

And believing above all things that
it was totally a chicken.

Year after year passed, until one bright
sunny day the eagle-who-thought-it-was-a-chicken,
looked up into the sky.

High overhead, soaring majestically on the thermal
currents, flying effortlessly with scarcely a beat


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of its powerful golden wings, was an eagle.

"What's that?" said the eagle-who-thought-it-was-a-chicken
in awe to a farmyard neighbour.

"Its magnificent. So much power and grace.
Poetry in motion."

"That's an eagle," said the chicken. "That's the King
of the Birds. It's a bird of the air. However we,
we're only chickens, we're birds of the earth."

And so it was, the eagle lived and died a chicken,
because that's all it thought it was.

Now there are very few soaring eagles in this world.

Most people listen and look to other chickens
and follow their lead.

You can never attain the heights of success
by having unsuccessful role-models. And following
the general flock can only end up in mediocrity.

Something to think about.

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