As Samuel Johnson might have said, of a chicken playing Puccini on a piano keyboard: it’s not done well, but you’re surprised it’s done at all. How well could you play, no-handed? Hand that hen a cup of corn!
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The chicken has obviously been trained to peck at keys as they become illuminated. Must have taken quite a while — probably started with treats every time the chicken pecked an illuminated key.
Yeah, I could just barely make out the light flashes in the keys.
I wonder if it would work with college students.
Yeah, of course I could play that just as good, and maybe better with just my nose. With two years of training, eight hours a day, no problem. And I would not even need a cup of corn.
However, why would I want too? And I wonder, is that the dream, the lifelong ambition the chicken wanted, what she had in mind as her life’s goal?
Who knows? She doesn’t grant interviews.
That’s absolutely great. It is some amazing training to keep a chicken’s attention for the duration of the song.
I couldn’t get my iguana to play the harmonica.
You gave up too easily. 🙂
As a bonus, when her playing days are over, she will provide dinner. I wonder, does a talented piano playing chicken taste better than those that don’t?
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