Real Chicken

I'm left frustrated by people building castles in the air. It sounds wonderful and grand, but if it's as tangible as vapour, then it's really an offer of nothing. If there's no strategy to achieve it, if it ignores the basics of reality, then there's no point even making the offer. My chooks are pretty ordinary, but at least they are real. I can pat them. I can get an egg from them. I can get a meal out of them, if necessary. One can dream for the clouds, but foundations are built in the dirt. It's not rocket science.