Chickens and roads

Here's something I found on my "Things to Ponder" Page of this blog.

Things to Ponder
QUESTION: Why do chickens cross roads?

What are they? Stupid? I mean, seriously. My brother has a bunch of chickens at my parents' house. The chickens run wild and they escape from their roaming area. The other day, one of them crossed the road to the neighbors' property. What was it thinking? Why does it want to cross the icky pavement? Perhaps other people look at me and wonder, "why does Sharece keep going back to Dayton?" "Why doesn't she stay in one place for more than a year?" or "Why would she EVER move back in with her parents?" All I can say to this is it's what I do. It's "the thread" I follow. Not everyone can understand it or see it the same way, but it's the way I am. Maybe I should give the chickens a break. (August 29, 2010)

Book Geeks

I work with a bunch of book geeks… or maybe we’re book nerds. I’m not sure. Whatever we are, we are AWESOME. Together, we do one of the most important jobs at the University of Oregon. We process and repair books. Yep. It’s THE most important. Without the books, how would we learn? This whole digital thing is just a fad. It’ll be gone in no time.

Anyway, tonight we had a library crew garden party. It was quite wonderful. We made mini books, looked at Marilyn’s (one of the boss’s) chickens, and ate a fabulous feast.

Here’s a taste…

Craft time was the best. Jonny didn't bring his supplies but most of the girls did. It was great. Seriously, our work at the library feels a little like this fun craft time.


I'm not gonna lie. When the girls started talking about the types of chickens they have and what color eggs they lay and basically anything chicken, I realized I was way out of my league. I totally ignored everything chicken when I was a kid. I didn't like the meat, I hated feeding them and basically disliked all the farm work I had to do. Ironic that now I want that kind of life here in Eugene.



Please note: I don't know the name of the above chicken. But I believe it's the one they pet and talk to a lot. Will I ever get over my fear of being pecked to death by a hungry chicken? Not sure...