It was one of my favourite and
life-affirming interests that drew my attention last week. In a word, it was a
story about chickens. I have kept hens more or less for the past 50 years. So
let’s start with a question about a question. Who was it that first asked the
question ‘which came first, the chicken or the egg’?
It was another ‘man of the cloth’,
the Reverend William Cowherd who in the 19th century is said to have
been the catalyst behind the term vegetarian. He set up, what at the time, was
an alternative church in Salford (Greater Manchester) in protest to the
Wesleyan form of Methodist worship. John Wesley and others like him avoided
meat because they thought it was good (they avoided sex for the same reason).
Cowherd and his followers on the other hand avoided meat because they thought it
was bad for one’s health and out of compassion for animals. Like me, who’s been
a vegetarian for over 50 years now, they did however, eat eggs and cheese. The
Vegetarian Society was established in 1847, by which time the movement was no
longer associated with the church or religion.
Plutarch’s question has, over
time, moved through religious and philosophical considerations, and these days
this casual dilemma is addressed through science, and in particular,
evolutionary biology. It’s clear that when thinking about eggs only, they came
first. It appears that the first hard-shelled eggs capable of producing life on
land, rather than water, evolved some 312 million years ago. How such eggs were
then produced by chickens is less clear. Most modern-day chickens can be traced
back to red jungle fowl, and quite how they evolved to produce hard-shelled
eggs is much less understood.
One of the first questions posed
to the AI programme ChatGPT was Plutarch’s ‘what came first, the chicken or
the egg’? The AI response was ‘the egg’ – when asked why, the software
simply replied ‘evolution’. Interesting but worrisome. I wonder whether future
generations, or even the current generation, might lose their sense of
curiosity of how our thinking has developed over time? Will they worry over
what issues or concerns might have influenced our understanding of the world? Will
they even be interested in finding out more than just a simple AI answer? I hope
not.
These days I see countless
examples of AI-generated communications, stories and explanations. Indeed, my
laptop will ask me if I would like the assistance of AI to improve my blog
writing. I always decline. No need, when I have Jane, whose recovery journey is
definitely one of improvement, and she is always on hand to help find ways to enhance
my writing!
It is the process of thinking and
learning involved in creating each week’s blog that truly interests me. I don’t
think AI will ever replace the learning that comes from experience. A ‘knowing
through doing’ approach to life, which is where I return to that chicken
story. It’s a story of the impact in the US of rampant bird flu. It is devasting
chicken flocks, no hens, and the scarcity of eggs, is pushing the price of eggs
to almost unaffordable levels.
Just like during the Covid
pandemic, when people realised about the vulnerabilities in the food supply
chain and started to grow their own vegetables, people have started to keep
chickens in their backyards. In doing so, they are discovering that it’s not a
cheap and easy way to get eggs. Predators, bylaws, the price of feed or unhappy
neighbours, are just some of the problems folk are encountering. And that
presupposes they are able and could afford to buy the chickens in the first
place. All problems that are surmountable of course, but it does take
experience and the ability to learn from experience to do so. It was Isaac
Asimov who said ‘the saddest aspect of life right now is that science
gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom’ – for all our
futures, I hope this doesn’t continue to be the case.
*we currently have a chicken sitting on a clutch of eggs, some
are hers, but most were laid by the other hens in the same nest box. Her eggs
will never hatch as she has consistently refused to allow our cockerel Gregory
Peck to have his wicked way with her, and as such they remain unfertilised.
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