I had a dream last night about being on an old-style sailing ship. The crew member in the crow’s nest was a chicken. It was a little odd, so I asked why there was a chicken on lookout. The quartermaster said, “Well, their heads can lock in place while they’re moving, so their line of sight is stable. They don’t get seasick.” The chicken agreed, and said it was a decent enough job for a crewmember without hands.
I woke up, and obviously was a little confused by what the hell my brain threw at me. But it does posit the question, do chickens get seasick?
Yep! OTOH people were way tougher back then. But yeah, human life was cheaper than the livestock. Which kinda makes sense. You don’t know the conditions at your destination, but you’ll need food for the survivors.
I’d rather end up alone with one cow and one bull than 20 mouths to feed and no way to do it. There’s a term, “terrible algebra”, something like that?