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
Thursday, April 23, 2009
NOW WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM
I believe this is what we might call a crowded nest box. Three felines and one fowl. Hope it doesn't turn into a battle because Elenore cannot nurse the kittens!
Oh, and here are the Golden Comets a/k/a Golden Girls. I haven't updated you on their growth in a while. They are some pretty girls and about the best batch of Spring chicks ever!