I was deeply surprised this week by the organizational skill of Wensleydale. Simply by getting Appenzeller to sit in one egg box and taking the other spot herself, she has nearly shut off the egg supply. If the others are laying, we can't discover where. From four eggs per day to one is significant labor pressure. If she weren't white, we'd dub her the little red hen. I've considered bringing in the National Guard or simply turning on the water hoses, but scientists this week confirmed that feathers were quite common on dinosaurs. What if chickens have some ability to revert? What if they came at us, all unionized, like Thatcher-era flying pickets, or even like themselves going after crow? These things can escalate. Imagine having to armor up to gather eggs. What next? Bullwhips, leather and German shepherds? No thanks. We shall have dialog. We shall seek a peaceful resolution. Even Druids are amenable to reason. why this evening i prefer staring at a screen to reading a book i'm tired it's like gazing into a fire it demands little and promises much there's novelty and not even light lifting i can agree write encouragement like yes it's a shallow experience but standing at one end of the pool takes a lot less effort than bobbing in the deep I tried to show B. what fun it is to pronounce, "Yellow Volvo" in an American/Swedish accent. I've known two mechanics from Sweden and the w's and the sing song sound, well to me they're pleasurable. I don't see any harm; it's simple childish pleasure, savoring sounds. "Yell...ow Wol-wo!" Try it. Then, "gol-den Wol-wo." "We-hicular hoo-mor." David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html