Sow There!

The new rubber chicken has arrived.
For those 14 people who regularly read my column, I apologize for repeating
the history of the chicken.

For the past two years or so, Tommy and I have been traveling around with a
rubber chicken. We like to take photos of the chicken in various locations and
in various poses with various people.
It's a silly hobby, but hobbies are sometimes like that.

After a while, for various reasons (Jacquie and Steve, you know who you are)
the chicken has gotten really grody. He melted where his spine was too close
to the heater in the car, then dog hair stuck to the gooey rubber, etc. etc.

I ordered a new rubber chicken via the Internet.

(The new chicken made himself right at home, going where no rubber chicken had gone before).

The package arrived and our new friend, made in China, was bent into the box
awkwardly. We had to stretch out his or her neck and
legs so it didn't look like it was doing some new Yoga position.
Poor chicken.

It didn't look anything like our old chicken. The rubber is less pliant and
looks cheap.
But like parents, we need to accept what the Internet God, Goddess or the Gods
that may be gave to us.
It's a little bit of an adjustment though.

Chicken (the first chicken) will always be our first love. We'll always
remember the fun times we had and how he was there the first time we asked a police
officer to pose with him for a photo.
Chicken was there when we hiked up to the sulfur pits at Mt. Lassen.
Chicken was there when Tommy skinny dipped at the side of the road on the
backroads on the way back from the coast.

But this new chicken will have adventures as well. We'll see if it has the
same kind of charm that makes us remember to pack it in the car again and again.
Only time will tell. But we're willing to give it a try.

(New rubber chicken looks like he just might fit in. Here it is already mastering games of skill).