Repurposed drawers
Carrying along from yesterday, when we moved to a new railway station. We were there for a couple of years, but my best memory was from the day that I set the chicks free.
A delivery of newly hatched hens (an assumption) was sitting in the waiting room, and I lifted the cover. Put it down to instinct (on my part) and a reaction to light on the part of all those tiny yellow birds, but we had my first example of Brownian motion. A full sixty years later, and I haven’t forgotten. Obviously, the capture didn’t fall to me; my father used his finest farm skills to minimize the spread into the local community. There seems to be no report in online newspapers, so I’m calling this one a “mostly harmless” incident in my life. Never had an opportunity to repeat the experiment, ever; please forgive the few details in my lab report.
But, we moved. The next station came with its own house, which wasn’t ready for us to move in. Renovations. We also had a new baby, so we spent the winter in an apartment in the city. There was a basilica around the corner, and cannons at the end of the row (a very big deal for someone who had just celebrated a fourth birthday). In the garage (not ours) someone had stored a stuffed moose head. We were a bit cramped for space, so the new baby slept in a dresser drawer. Again, the details are greyed out, but I think the drawer had been removed from the dresser.
