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

Happy New Year
Monday, May 07, 2007
HELLO GUINEAS
We have been searching for guineas to buy. Yesterday Ron found a place that had a few left. We bought eight. They will keep the bug population down and we have recently learned that they also keep snakes away. They have to stay in the chicken house for a week and then, hopefully, they will return there at night to roost once we start letting them free-range.
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