Just a time filler...

After walking past the neighbors chickens for about the millionth time, I have finally realized that the genius of the joke, "why did the chicken cross the road?" likes in the fact that they really do just cross it to get to the other side. Seriously, as I approach all six of the chickens, looking wild with delight or fear, flap frantically across the road. Then as I walk past two of them, looking dejected or relieved, saunter casually back to the original side. On my next pass, the three on one side are reversing with the three on the other side, all of them looking like they're just meeting eachother for the first time. Next pass, one is looking perfectly happy pecking along her side of the road, then for no reason she darts, wide eyed and crazy looking to the other side. There is really no method to their madness... they cross the road, just to get to the other side.

We have chickens too at my house, but ours stay in their coop, they don't get to wander about willy-nilly, crossing roads. One had chicks the other day and I found one of them, escaped from the coop, running frantically around on the lawn with the cat in hot pursuit. I picked the little guy up and put him in a box until my family came home, because I wasn't sure which side of the coop he belonged in. They were so thankful and relieved that I had "saved his life", they couldn't stop commenting on how lucky it was that I came home in time to save the chick. I really didn't think it was that big of a deal, but I guess it was. I guess each little chick is valuable.

Sorry this was so random today... I'm having a bad day. I really just want to sit and not be noticed or looked at or pointed at or shouted at and the only place I can really do that is at the internet cafe. So here I sit, wasting shillings writing about chickens to a bunch of people in Canada who are going to be wondering, what happened? Where are the clever tales of cross-cultural misunderstandings? Where are the intriguing stories of the life of a hospital volunteer? Where did all the insight and crafty writings go? What is this obsession with chickens?

Oh well.