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Burton Speaks

Irony: i·ro·ny n The use of words to express something different from and often opposite to their literal meaning.

I'm Burton from Portland, Oregon, United States. I'm 33 and live in the Portland Metro Area. I work hard. I drive fast. I play often. I'm sarcastic, appreciate irony, and find humor in even the darkest of events. I'm non-traditional. I question authority. I'm a know-it-all and a planner. And most days, I wake up thinking the world is full of fundamentally good people... and have a lot of problems when I'm proven wrong. Any other questions?

Whence comes the chicken?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Now pretty much anyone who actually reads this blog knows where my parents live. If, for some cosmically improbably reason you don't, let us just say that they live in the nice little suburb of West Linn, OR, nestled between Lake Oswego and Oregon City, just north of Wilsonville and south of Portland. It is not the most rural town in Oregon, no, in fact it's been in a perpetual state of growth and development for decades now.

So how, may I ask, did a chicken move in?

A picture of the chicken

Meet the chicken formally known as Kate. (My parents named her after Katherine Hepburn.) She's been wandering around their yard now for about a week or so. We have no idea where she came from, and no idea how long she'll last... but she's there. My parents have taken to feeding her and she'll follow them around outside when they're walking; she's a nice little creature.

But yes, it's a chicken. In the city.

3 Comments:

Julien Chambers said...: Makes me think of the Animaniacs..."You wear a disguise to take on human guise, But you're not a man, you're a chicken Boo."

God I miss that show.; 2:21 PM, August 13, 2007
Laura said...: Chickens are awesome. She'll keep thier area free of bugs!; 3:14 PM, August 13, 2007
Anonymous said...: Mumm... tastes like Chicken.; 12:22 PM, August 15, 2007

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Whence comes the chicken?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

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