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
Sunday, April 22, 2007
LEFT FOOT
This is a rather blurry picture of Owen. Owen is our little chick born with a curled foot. Ron put a duct tape splint on the foot and we left it on for a couple of days. Owen limped for a while after we removed the splint but now you have to look hard to find him among the other chicks. He is quite normal. Can you see the little splint on his foot in the photo above?
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