In 1988, my wife Sue and I joined a group of cavers to explore some of the caves in southeastern Belize. We flew into Belize City and arranged for a ride in the back of a pickup truck down the Hummingbird Highway. After riding in the back of the truck, going about 20 miles an hour for 5 or 6 hours, we came to a small bus stop along the road. I think this was in the Stan Creek area. Now when I say bus stop, I really mean a small thatched building with a picnic table and a poster of Elvis on the wall. The bus had come and gone for the day and there wasn't a lot of food left at the little kitchen that served the bus stop. They had beans, rice, and some chicken. We were glad to get it as we really hadn't eaten all day. The food was pretty good and the chicken was obviously fresh as the chicken we were eating was probably roaming with the other chickens in the yard that morning. The rest of the chickens were running around the yard - real free range birds. Anyway, Sue had to use the rest room (out house), so after finishing eating, she went down along side of the building. Well, the chickens saw here get up and walk toward the outhouse so they came running. We'll, we thought the chickens thought we were going to feed them - and they were right. Sue went into the outhouse and about 10 chickens went around the back and as Sue went number 2, the chickens were picking up some extra protein from under the outhouse. Guess they were excited about getting some exotic new food.
Anyway, it made me think twice about the food cycle. Nothing like a little Bellezian Chicken. Geary
