I solved the Curious Case of the Mysterious Stray Chicken. After the humane society staff told me which address where our little hen got picked up, I quickly realized that this was the complete opposite side of town from me. I searched the property records for said address and a woman who shares my first and last names owns the house. So, they got the right name of the chicken owner but the wrong S. This explains everything. Mystery solved. For now, though, our little hen is waiting at the humane society for someone to claim her or for a new roost. Behold the bird: http://www.petharbor.com/pet.asp?uaid=PKPK.A1118128. Anyone need a chicken?
File this one under “another crazy incident that happened to our girl.” Yesterday morning, as I was waiting for my mother to get out of cataract surgery, I saw that I had a voicemail from a number that wasn’t familiar to me. It was a message from the CS Humane Society saying, “Hi this is Ann from the Colorado Springs Humane Society and we’re trying to get a hold of Susan. We picked up a stray chicken yesterday and would like for you to come retrieve it.” They then explained that I had until a certain date in June to pick up my chicken or it would be adopted out with euthanization not out of the question.
Wait. What? I don’t HAVE any chickens!
I left them a message to say that it definitely wasn’t my chicken and suggested perhaps it’s my neighbor Emily’s – she keeps hens and a rooster. The Humane Society then left me a message saying, “Hi E, we wanted to let you know that we got your message and that we know the chicken isn’t yours. We had a message from M saying that she was chicken sitting for S, and that her chicken got loose, and that she didn’t have your contact information.”
The mystery deepens! Who is M? Who was she really chicken-sitting for? Why did this mysterious M give them my name? Where was this chicken found? Who does this bird belong to?
For now, we’re playing phone tag and trying to solve the mystery. I’m pretty sure that Emily, who is a college professor, is out of town right now which would explain why someone would be chicken sitting for her and could have potentially lost a bird in the process. But that doesn’t explain how my name came up in the process.
I was at work on the day in question, so I just have to imagine the chicken-capture scenario. Was it rather ordinary, like a mild-mannered hen scratching the dirt in my front yard and someone thought that was out of the ordinary? What is a feisty rooster on a mad tear on the street near my house? Perhaps it was having a merry old time in the park across the street? Did it try to run away when the chicken-catchers came to get it?
If we ever figure out this curious case of the mysterious stray chicken, I’ll let you know how it turns out. For now, though, there’s a lost chicken sitting in the Colorado Springs Humane Society sitting and waiting for someone to claim it. In my imagination, this is a light tan hen, surrounded by some very helpful staff members who are pulling for it to find its way back home. It’s probably in the room with the bunnies, birds, hamsters, and ferrets, chilling out and enjoying the hoopla. In fact, maybe I should take a visit to this chicken that fate has mysteriously brought into my life. If you know of this chicken’s origins (other than from an egg), please let me know.
It’s Monday morning after a nice little weekend. The Pikes Peak Regional History Symposium went very well last the week before last and I had a great time chatting with my fellow presenters. I don’t get to do a lot of pure historical research in my job right now, so preparing for the symposium made me feel a little more like “me.” This morning I had two historical nerd-out thoughts:
1) I am super-excited for the upcoming Conference on Faith and History. I’ve been looking forward to this for two years, ever since they announced that the 2014 CFH was going to be at Pepperdine. Historians in Malibu! I have this vision of some of our older gentlemen professors sitting awkwardly on the beach in their tweed sports coats with elbow patches, along with their beards and glasses. I’m really looking forward to playing on the beach myself (in appropriate swimwear), seeing LA for the first time, and being with my history colleagues. The theme this year is public history, which makes me just giddy. Do you want to join me there? You can check out the conference registration page and the local arrangements here.
2) It’s the final round for the museum dance-off contest at When You Work at A Museum! Thunderdome time, people. I don’t want to sway the voting too much, but if you’re the easily persuaded kind, you should probably give a vote for the Indiana State Museum. There are lots of gratuitous shots of the glass hallway above the Indianapolis canal, where I walked to my office (well, my desk in paper storage) every day, and you can see my friends and former colleagues dancing their little hearts out. It makes me miss working in that museum, but the video certainly does make me HAPPY. Click on the first link to vote in the Thunderdome.