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The Intellect of the Hen

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Along the triangle gables of the farm, the swallows sat tightly and packed closely to each other in a row.  They were twittering uneasily to each other, talking about the coming cold weather of fall and thinking of the hot summer of the south.  The initial waft of the northern cold winds was beginning to be felt.

Then early one morning, the northern wind blew fiercely and the swallows suddenly found the strength to lift themselves up, by some strange instinct and some old knowledge, flew through the front of the farm house and soared into the air in a burst of harmony and a cacophony of tweets.  Flying higher and higher they left the farm and cities behind and disappeared into the clouds.

The knowledgeable hen said aloud to other poultry, “I think I will go south myself next year”.

The next year came and the swallows flew back and once again occupied the gables.  When fall came they were all gone.  Now the hen once again said that she would go south.  As the years wore on, the poultry also began to discuss the imminent departure of the hen.

As one fall came and when all the swallows left, the hen exclaimed, “The wind is about right for me to go south now.”

Spurred on by the encouragement of its fellow poultry, the hen gave a loud crow, flapped its wings and ran out of the poultry yard. She fluttered down the road, crowing and tumbling, ran through some roads, a potato and a cabbage farm and some way down to a garden.

By evening the hen came back panting.  She told the poultry in great details that she had gone south as far as the roads that divided into a fork and had seen some of the busiest part of the city where great traffic went by. She came to the land where potatoes grew so big and the cabbages were unlike no one had seen before.  And there were roses and all types of beautiful flowers and there was this lonely gardener trimming the plants.

“Oh, how exciting is the south.  We wish we have your courage to go south next year” exclaimed the poultry.

The winter months wore on and spring came early and the swallows were back.

Now the poultry could not agree that there was a big sea to the south. “You should hear what the hen has to say.”

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I am a Graduate Gemologist trained at the Gemological Institute of America (GIA) in New York City, USA. I hold an MBA degree from Cranfield University, United Kingdom, and a Bachelor degree in Mathematics. My earlier profession was a banker until I found jade in Myanmar (Burma) in the early 90s. I have traveled to the fabled Hpakan Jade mines, and Mogok, the world’s famous rubies and sapphires mines in upper Burma, with my second son. Three of my children are also Graduate Gemologist, GIA, NYC and they deal in diamonds, gemstones and jade. 我是在美国纽约市的美国宝石学院(GIA)接受过培训的宝石研究学家。 我拥有英国克兰菲尔德大学的工商管理硕士学位和数学学士学位。我以前的职业是银行家,直到90年代初我在缅甸接触到玉石。我曾经和我的次子一起去过缅甸上流传说中的哈帕翡翠矿山和莫谷矿山, 莫谷矿山是世界上著名的红宝石和蓝宝石矿山。我的三个孩子都是纽约市GIA毕业的宝石研究学家, 他们专门处理钻石,宝石和玉石.

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  1. Hi MontyHall

    Thank you for your comment. Actually I re-wrote this anecdote and it will be linked to some posts in the future.

    Clearly, there are a lot of people with the intellect of a Hen and a number of them are heading senior government posts and ministries.

    New Posts may come out later.

    Thank you for going back to my archive.

    have a good day
    arthur

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