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
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
People work hard on their lawns to decorate with various ornaments. I can simply open the chicken pen in the morning and throughout the day my lawn is dotted with beautiful, bright, colorful moving feathered ornaments! How easy is that?