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
Happy New Year
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.