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, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Saturday, October 14, 2006
POULTRY SWAP MEET
This morning we attended a Poultry Swap Meet near Grove. We were looking for a couple of Silkies. We came home with one Silky Rooster and two silky hens, plus seven Silky mixes. As I was asking about the nurturing aspect of Silkies the man pointed out a beauty that he said was a Silky mix and a very good, caring, nurturing hen. About that time Elenore called to see what we were doing. Thus, it was fate to name this sweet hen Elenore. One of the white Silky mixes has pink comb, so her name is Pinkie. Since I was inspired to get Silkies because of one of the illustrations in my preacher's sermon recently, I think I'll name the Silky Rooster Mouzon. That only leaves seven others to name.........hum???
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