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 and Franke
Monday, April 03, 2006
Oreo Strutting His Stuff
The Aracaunas are approaching their first birthday. Here is their noble leader, Oreo. Can you tell what a beauty he is? I wish the chickens would hold still for their photo op.