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You scored as William T. Sherman. One of the Union's greatest heroes, your capture of Atlanta helped guarantee Lincoln's re-election and the winning of the war. South of the Mason-Dixon, they think you're a monster, but you're really only a *little* crazy...
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Feb. 13th, 2006
Today my last job was in the hills, an area known as Redwood Estates. Bad, but not terrible. The worst part was a turn that would have been hairy in our Ford, let alone in the truck!
But I spot the pod, and I'm rolling to it when I see a number of chickens near the road. I slow even more and look carefully to see if any chickens are planning on crossing the road. That's when I see her. Sitting on a pile of cut logs by the side of the road, calmly typing into a laptop.. with two chickens perched on her.
Seriously. One in her lap, one on her shoulder. And about a dozen more wandering around her in that daze one notes in most farmyard fowl.
While I waited for some cars to be move out from in front of the pod I was grabbing, I walked over to confirm that I had really seen what I thought I had seen.
Yep. Woman on logs, with poultry. We chatted for a bit. Turns out that she's a romance novelist. Shelley Bates is a very nice person, and was covered in chickens because a newcomer had been added to the group, and the more senior chickens were establishing dominance by sitting on people.
Don't look at me like that. Go ask the chickens! It seems to work for them.
When I told her I'd be blogging about the encounter, she asked that I mention her latest book. So here it is: Pocketful of Pearls.
No word if the book has chickens. I'd be sort of let down if they aren't in there.
But I spot the pod, and I'm rolling to it when I see a number of chickens near the road. I slow even more and look carefully to see if any chickens are planning on crossing the road. That's when I see her. Sitting on a pile of cut logs by the side of the road, calmly typing into a laptop.. with two chickens perched on her.
Seriously. One in her lap, one on her shoulder. And about a dozen more wandering around her in that daze one notes in most farmyard fowl.
While I waited for some cars to be move out from in front of the pod I was grabbing, I walked over to confirm that I had really seen what I thought I had seen.
Yep. Woman on logs, with poultry. We chatted for a bit. Turns out that she's a romance novelist. Shelley Bates is a very nice person, and was covered in chickens because a newcomer had been added to the group, and the more senior chickens were establishing dominance by sitting on people.
Don't look at me like that. Go ask the chickens! It seems to work for them.
When I told her I'd be blogging about the encounter, she asked that I mention her latest book. So here it is: Pocketful of Pearls.
No word if the book has chickens. I'd be sort of let down if they aren't in there.
