Tonawanda News — Our critter companions have infiltrated many aspects of our lives. They have their own stores, their own medical complexes and even their own day cares and summer camps. They have also entered our daily colloquialisms — we can’t stop talking about our pets.
It started in elementary school for me. Our fifth-grade teacher, who was all bark and no bite, opened a large can of worms when she asked, “Which came first the chicken or the egg?” Going around the circle my classmates responded, egg, chicken, egg, egg, chicken. I responded with a statement, rather than an answer, “I want a pet chicken.” All my peers thought I was the cat’s pajamas.
I didn’t want to let the cat out of the bag; obviously it was the egg first. My statement surely didn’t make me the teacher’s pet, but I moved on up to the next grade level. Sixth grade was middle school and with it bringing a different building. I was no longer a big fish in a small pond. At home I adopted three domestic ducklings. I was busy as a beaver caring for them and they stayed healthy as a horse. Much like a leopard can’t change their spots, I become known as “duck boy” in school.
I cared for ducks, chickens and pigeons at my home from middle school all the way up to college. I loved them so much I become a vegetarian and started eating like a bird. High school moved at a snail’s pace and then it was time to fly the coop.
Although birds of a feather flock together, my classmates were all headed in different directions. I applied to go to college in Florida and while waiting for my acceptance letter I also applied to a local Buffalo university. I was accepted and was reminded that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.