“Why did the chicken cross the road?”
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Jack Nickolson: ‘Cause it #$@&! wanted to! That’s the *&#@*! reason!
Mark Twain: The news of it’s crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
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Here’s another question: Why is Deborah crossing the pond?
Chickens have been on my mind ever since Sadie’s and my first trainer, Nana Will, regaled me with stories about learning the mechanics of operant conditioning from Bob Bailey and Marian Breland Bailey in Arkansas back in the day. Nana studied with them for hundreds of hours and eventually brought Bob and Marian to Boulder to teach a class for local dog trainers. That was long before Sadie’s day.
My excellent expotition to chicken-land (aka The House of Learning) begins Friday evening, May 6, and, to add a bit of excitement, I’m not sure when I’ll be returning.
You see I signed up for three 5-day consecutive workshops in May. Unfortunately, I learned last week that the third workshop was cancelled. The problem is, I can’t change my return flights until I travel the first leg of the trip from Denver to Stockholm. Only after I arrive in Stockholm can I reschedule my return flights. Thank you Orbitz!
I hope I’ll be returning home on May 22, but maybe not. Worse things have happened than being forced to spend a few days knocking around lovely Sweden chasing down gravlax with swigs of brännvin (schnapps).
I’m not planning on blogging while I’m hanging with the hens. Each of the two workshops is 5-days long and 8 hours per day. That’s 40 hours each!
The bad news? I’m anticipating exhaustion and brain fry. The good news? Sweden is one of the heaviest coffee-drinking countries in the world. I’ll be doing my part to help Sweden maintain her reputation for world-class coffee consumption. Feel the buzzzzz.
See you all later!
In the meantime, check out these chickens!