There are no chickens to be had in Belgium since almost two weeks ago, so I asked the cashier what was wrong. She answered: “The chicken are on strike!”. I guess she meant the abbatoirs or the processing plants or the distributors or whatever, but I hat to think of Lluís Llach’s song La gallineta (I am aware that nobody here will know a fifty years old song in Catalan about a hen going on laying strike with the refrain La gallina a dit que no, visca la relvolució! but never mind). Here are the lyrics, here an English translation, here a link to a performance.
BTW, if I were a hen, I would go on strike too, they lead miserable lives. But I am missing my weekly roast.
ETA: Per haps I should have posted this on the thread about first world problems, which is in itself a first world probelm.