I’m not sure if you realized this, but chickens are actually very intellectual.  This point was driven home to me this week as I sat on the lounge chair in the yard, trying to decide which book to read.

On the one hand, I hand Creepers.  It’s a nice schlocky horror novel, complete with boarded up buildings, bad foreshadowing and “intrepid” young’ns feeling the need to investigate.

On the other hand, there was Kon-Tiki.   A non-fiction adventure/sciency kind of book.  You got your crew of 6, your flying fish, your ancient legends being proven/disproven.  I’ve loved all of his other books, but it’s not fluff.

In any case, I lay out both books and asked the ladies, “Ladies, which book shall we read today?”  And the response was clear:

I took this into consideration, but then realized that the screaming children next door would actually add more to the atmosphere of the horror novel. Minki agreed.

In the end, I chose Creepers. I’m sure the ladies are thoroughly disgusted with me, but it didn’t stop them from stealing the cheese from my sandwich.