I rode my bike today, 51 miles altogether. It was hard, windy, hilly and cold. I wanted to be done after about an hour or so. I pressed on, determined to ride three hours in preparation for the Cary Duathlon. I felt out of shape and kept wondering how on earth did I ever do an Ironman! That seems like a lifetime ago.
At the bottom of Borland hill, I saw some chickens cross the road. A rooster had crossed with the hens and was trying to herd them back to their yard on the other side. It was an amusing scene, so I turned around and went back to snap a picture of them.
The hens were busily eating something underneath a mailbox. I stood there, camera in hand, for three minutes while they took their good old time grazing. Finally, they went back across the road. So the answer to the age old question: “Why does the chicken cross the road” is “to find food”!
I tweeted “Why” with this picture. Definitely worth the 3 minute wait to snap that picture! A nice memory of my ride today.
Too funny! Thanks for the good info here.
(having googled ‘flash flag’ and found your ‘review,’ I *had* to see what a more current post looked like, thinking probably the blog had died… NOT!!! Huzzah! I’d say get out and ride but I just looked at teh Weather Channel…)
Haha. That pic is too funny. For some reason, “food” was never in the list of answers to that question.
So thought of you and this post today, I was rolling out on some back roads and a giNORMOUS turkey vulture lifts off the shoulder of the road nearly clipping me as it crossed the road with its 6 foot wingspan…thing was massive!