There once was an Indian chicken farmer who lived on the outskirts of Bombay. For years, he scratched out a reasonable living from raising the chickens and selling both chickens and eggs.
One morning when he went to feed his flock, he noticed several dead chickens. Not knowing what to do, he packed his bags and made a long trek into the Himalayas, climbed a mountain , and found a guru.
He moaned to him " I am a poor chicken farmer. The other morning I found several dead chickens. What should I do?"
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What do you feed them?" asked the guru.
"Wheat" said the farmer.
"That is your problem son. Corn, feed them with corn" said the guru.
The man paid his tribute to the guru,climbed down the mountain and returned home.When he arrived, he immediately changed the chicken's feed to corn. For three weeks everything went well. Then one morning,as he went to feed his flock, he found more dead chickens.
He packed his bags, made the trek to the Himalyas, and climbed the mountain once again. "Oh guru! more of my chickens are dead."
"How do you give them water?" asked the guru.
"I carved wooden bowls in which I gave them water"
"Troughs! you need troughs!"
The farmer made the long journey home and built troughs. For six months, everything went along fine. Then one morning, as he went to feed his flock, he found more dead chickens. So, again, he made the trek to the guru. "Oh guru!" he cried. "More of my chickens are dead!"
"How do you house them?" asked the guru.
"I built wooden shack in which they live."
"Ventilation! They need more ventilation!" said the guru.
Back home, the farmer spend a small fortune putting a new ventilation system in his coop. For a year, everything went well. Then one morning, he went out to discover that all of his chickens were dead.
Beside himself with grief, he packed his bags and again made his way to the mountain. "Oh guru!" he wailed. "All of my chickens are dead!"
"That is a shame," replied the guru. "I had a lot more solutions."
Sounds familiar? Yes, sure it is....Windoze troubleshooter :)
One morning when he went to feed his flock, he noticed several dead chickens. Not knowing what to do, he packed his bags and made a long trek into the Himalayas, climbed a mountain , and found a guru.
He moaned to him " I am a poor chicken farmer. The other morning I found several dead chickens. What should I do?"
"
What do you feed them?" asked the guru.
"Wheat" said the farmer.
"That is your problem son. Corn, feed them with corn" said the guru.
The man paid his tribute to the guru,climbed down the mountain and returned home.When he arrived, he immediately changed the chicken's feed to corn. For three weeks everything went well. Then one morning,as he went to feed his flock, he found more dead chickens.
He packed his bags, made the trek to the Himalyas, and climbed the mountain once again. "Oh guru! more of my chickens are dead."
"How do you give them water?" asked the guru.
"I carved wooden bowls in which I gave them water"
"Troughs! you need troughs!"
The farmer made the long journey home and built troughs. For six months, everything went along fine. Then one morning, as he went to feed his flock, he found more dead chickens. So, again, he made the trek to the guru. "Oh guru!" he cried. "More of my chickens are dead!"
"How do you house them?" asked the guru.
"I built wooden shack in which they live."
"Ventilation! They need more ventilation!" said the guru.
Back home, the farmer spend a small fortune putting a new ventilation system in his coop. For a year, everything went well. Then one morning, he went out to discover that all of his chickens were dead.
Beside himself with grief, he packed his bags and again made his way to the mountain. "Oh guru!" he wailed. "All of my chickens are dead!"
"That is a shame," replied the guru. "I had a lot more solutions."
Sounds familiar? Yes, sure it is....Windoze troubleshooter :)
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