"All in all, they're like bulls—they can't stand seeing red things waving in front of them. Once they see one, no matter what the red object is, they'll attack."
Colonel Sanders summarized his earlier remarks, fully demonstrating his deep understanding of chickens.
"As long as there's something red, I can lure that monster into a trap. That's a good start. Please continue, Colonel." Su Ming nodded in satisfaction. He was not omniscient, after all, and always needed to learn new things.
The Colonel leaned against the machinery, savoring its familiar vibrations as he let out a satisfied sigh.
"The second point is also related to melatonin in birds' eyes. This substance determines how much light chickens can perceive from the outside world, while its presence also affects the amount of sex hormones secreted by the pineal gland in the brain."
"Why do roosters crow? Because they sense light, which reduces the melatonin in their eyes and causes the pineal gland to secrete large amounts of sex hormones. Like other birds, crowing is actually a form of singing—a signal that they wish to mate."
"When we raise chickens, if we don't want them fighting like mad and wasting all their energy on mating, we keep them in dark places. Without sex hormones, they eat, sleep, eat, sleep every day, and reach market weight faster."
Sanders explained the chickens' second trait: their melatonin.
Honestly, this was far too obscure. Who would know this unless they professionally ran a chicken farm? Considering Sanders was originally a chef, his grasp of broiler-raising knowledge was even more worthy of praise.
Barry tilted his head. "You mean we should lure Chtylok somewhere completely dark and wear down its will to fight?"
Sanders shook his head. That would work for an ordinary chicken, of course, but the