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, April 07, 2007
ROCKING ROLLING PEEPING
Our incubating chicks were due to debut yesterday. We checked all day, even knowing that a watched pot never boils. I went to bed last night and two of the eggs were rocking. I just knew there would be at least two chicks this morning. I dreamed all night of delivering chicks of all sizes and colors. Alas, this morning there are no hatched chicks. However, now I can hear them peeping. I never dreamed we would hear them before we could see them. The eggs are moving and the chicks are peeping. Surely we are about to see them break through the shells. It is an exciting event and I have two cameras ready.
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