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
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
BELIEVE IT OR NOT
Tiger Lily has abandoned her chicks and gone back to the roost at night. Beualh Dean has actually taken both chicks under her wings and she continues to nest with them at night. Who would have thought this of Beulah Dean?