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
Friday, February 22, 2008
HERE IS NUMBER 9
Can you tell that I have Spring Fever? This is a hatching I caught on camera last year. Sorry it is dark but it was difficult filming into the incubator. I'm ready for some new baby chicks this year!