Hercules did not make it. I shut the pen last night with high hopes. Hercules and Tiger Lily were working on the shell. You can see it was all removed. But, the energy it took this new chick was just too much. If only I had waited one more day to clear out the nest. The name Hercules was deserved simply by the fact the chick survived a few hours after I cracked it. Tiger Lily did not want me to take the chick. Oh how she cried.
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
Monday, September 10, 2007
R.I.P.
Hercules did not make it. I shut the pen last night with high hopes. Hercules and Tiger Lily were working on the shell. You can see it was all removed. But, the energy it took this new chick was just too much. If only I had waited one more day to clear out the nest. The name Hercules was deserved simply by the fact the chick survived a few hours after I cracked it. Tiger Lily did not want me to take the chick. Oh how she cried.
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Poor wee Hercules.
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Tiger Lily needs to give Beulah Dean lessons on being a good mother.