Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim in pillows
Thursday, November 17, 2005
CHICKEN ANNIE'S MAGNUM OPUS
I told Ryan these chicks looked like little penguins. He suggested the name Opus for one. I decided to call the group Magnum Opus because they are such good work for this broody hen, one of the Chicken Annies.