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, October 01, 2007
CROWING PRACTICE IN PROGRESS
Elizabeth, Legs and Rocky are practicing their crowing. Rocky is the smallest but he has the most perfected tone and volume. All three of these guys were born Easter Sunday.
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