No egg-eating snakes please.
Well, I guess my chickens are all Protestant today as they are all wearing orange feathers. It fits. They protest when they get shoved away from food by a higher chicken. They protest when they are startled by something. They protest when I don't let them out quick enough. They protest cause they can't get into the garden. They protest when JW won't leave them alone. Yada Yada Yada.
I expect one day I will get up and see 95 chicken scratches nailed to the door of the coop. Something like:
- 1. Our Lord and Master Jesus Christ, when He said Let There Be Fowl, willed that the whole life of chickens should be pastured. 2. This word cannot be understood to mean occasional pasturage, i.e., free range and organic, which is administered by the egg board. 3. Yet it means not fenced pasturage only; nay, there is no fenced pasturage which does not outwardly work divers mortifications on the chickens. 4. The penalty [of the hen], therefore, continues so long as hatred of freedom continues; for this is the true fenced pasturage, and continues until our entrance into the pasture of heaven. 5. The egg board does not intend to remit, and cannot remit any pastures other than those which they have imposed either by their own authority or by that of the Regulations.
And so forth. (I apologize if this offended anyone. Hmmm, no I don't, lighten up please.)
Wow, big gap here. I had to go to Wilmington to get chicken feed, b-day presents for an aunt and uncle (cookout tomorrow wooo hooo) and sundries.
Got home and Jim was here so we sat out back and drank wine and beer (not green) and got into the thunder of zeus (homemade liquor from moonshine) and time just went. Now we're throwing dinner together, cream of pablano soup and snow peas and garlic with okara. Chickens are in the pen, dinner will be served soon and then, normally CSI, but tonight we might just porch it since the weather is perfect, the sky is clear and the bats are out.
Country, gotta love it.
bak bak
Wow, big gap here. I had to go to Wilmington to get chicken feed, b-day presents for an aunt and uncle (cookout tomorrow wooo hooo) and sundries.
Got home and Jim was here so we sat out back and drank wine and beer (not green) and got into the thunder of zeus (homemade liquor from moonshine) and time just went. Now we're throwing dinner together, cream of pablano soup and snow peas and garlic with okara. Chickens are in the pen, dinner will be served soon and then, normally CSI, but tonight we might just porch it since the weather is perfect, the sky is clear and the bats are out.
Country, gotta love it.
bak bak
Wish I was there to enjoy the porch!
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