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
ONE SO FAR
Beulah Dean has hatched one of her fifteen eggs. It is solid black so it is either Australorp or Black Sex-Link. Oh, I hope she hatches more than the one.
She is my only pure Silkie chicken left. Silkies are about half the size of regular chickens and they have what we call puffy pants because their legs are feathered. I think they are so pretty!
What kind of bird is that??
ReplyDeleteShe is my only pure Silkie chicken left. Silkies are about half the size of regular chickens and they have what we call puffy pants because their legs are feathered. I think they are so pretty!
ReplyDeleteKeep the hope! I'll cross my fingers : )
ReplyDeleteWhat's this sex talk????
ReplyDeleteI'm blushing.
BD is a pretty chicken.
Oh I never heard of them...
ReplyDeleteGive her time, she'll hatch more.
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