Poor 'Lil Chicken

I woke this morning at 4:53. I laid in the darkness, appreciating the peaceful still. I heard the faint crows of what sounded like a drunk rooster in the distance. I giggled to myself and thought stupid chicken.

I started thinking about when I was a small child and we would go to the fair. I remembered there was a chicken displayed in a case. This case held four items; the chicken, a light bulb, a cup and a tiny toy piano. Each year, I would slip a quarter into the appropriate slot, the light bulb would illuminate, and the chicken would diligently start pecking away at the keys. Mozart it was not, but it was adorable to watch. ‘'Tink, Tink, Tink’. The light would go off and a small portion of scratch would be dispensed into a cup for the chickens job well done.
I specifically remember one time, how terrible I felt for the diligent little chicken. The light came on and she played her little tune, but this time when she ran to reap her reward, it had not dispensed any scratch. Feeling badly for her and believing that the malfunctioning machine robbed her, I plugged in another coin, only to have it happen once again. I remember my dad saying "let's go, you're just torturing it". As a child, I walked away from the poor 'lil 'ol chicken feeling very sorry for it, but not thinking for one moment, that I would later use the experience as a comparative and a lesson of persistence to myself.
I told my girls the story today. They all replied the very same way I had, "Aw, that's so sad, that poor little chicken". I remember it had looked at me like I was crazy after pecking at an empty cup. What must have been going through its little chicken head? What the Hell, where's my scratch? I did my job, now pay up!
Now as an adult, I realized something today, the machine was probably set to dispense a specific healthy amount of food and already had for that afternoon. Still slightly hungry, the chicken would continue the afternoon going through the motions like its little chicken brain knew, because at some point it got a reward.
I sometimes feel like that little chicken, diligently doing what I am supposed to, when I am supposed to do it, and getting nothing. I guess if I got it all at once, then the force that drives me would be gone. It's frustrating not reaping an instant reward; however, I will continue to keep playing my piano ‘Tink, Tink, Tink’. I will continue to do my thing with persistence and perseverance and hopefully, just hopefully my scratch will soon be dispensed again.