eight/twentyseven

A Lesson on Fairness

      Did Grandpa ever tell you about the chickens? says my mom. When he was little his family had a small coop, and it was his chore in the mornings to go out and feed them. There was a particularly nasty chicken that was always biting him and it made Grandpa - who was still quite young - terrified of going in there. His dad scoffed at him and told him to buck up. It was only a chicken, for godsakes.

      But he got over it? says my sister.

      I'm not done. says mom.

      Okay. Sorry.

       One morning your grandfather was gone - I don't know why - and his father sent Grandpa's little sister out to feed the chickens. She came back whining; the attack chicken had bitten her.

       And her dad told her to buck up too?

       No, he went out and shot the chicken. 

eight/twelve

Four vaguely related thoughts/

/I went out to Alsea a couple weekends ago with the family. 

/I'm playing with new photo developing software and these pics were perfect subjects for my experiments...

/No, that's not a mustache on my sister. It's her hair blowing in the wind. And I can't figure out how to make it go away.

/These last two actually have NO editing done to them; I just put my sunglasses in front of the lens.

eight/six

Brace yourselves.