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
Saturday, June 20, 2009
RYAN'S BLOG ENTRY ABOUT MR. GIBSON
Granny Annie has a little baby chicken named Mr.Gibson. The poor little guy isn’t able to jump into the nest with his mama at night. Granny asked me the first night I was here visiting to help her get him into the nest. It took me a few minutes but I eventually caught the little guy and got him into the nest with his mama. The next night Granny came in and told me that Mr.Gibson couldn’t get into the nest again. I went out and repeated the events from the previous night. This routine happened every night. On Friday night Granny came in and told me that once again Mr.Gibson couldn’t get into the nest. This night she’d stayed out and watched him trying to get into the nest. He’d jump up and hit his little head on the edge of the nest and fall down again. I proceeded to tell her that she needed to take Mr.Gibson to the chicken eye doctor and get him a pair of glasses because obviously his depth perception was off. We both laughed at this and then I went out to put the little guy in his nest. I’ll be leaving in a couple days and I can’t help but wonder how Mr.Gibson will get into his nest without me. I’m sure he’ll eventually find his way into the nest but I’ll always remember when I had to put the little guy in his nest.
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What a nice story. I can just see the little guy running around with glasses as thick as coke bottles!
ReplyDeleteA lovely heartwarming story, lucky you were there, hope the chick soon learns how to get into the nest.
ReplyDeleteTake care.
Yvonne.
That is a great story. I,too, can picture Mr. Gibson with coke bottle glasses. Let's hope he really doesn't need any. Thanks for starting my day off with a smile.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! Maybe Mr. Gibson needs a ladder to climb up? I hope Mr. Gibson will be okay after you leave!!
ReplyDeleteA ncie story but who is going to put Mr. Gibson in the nest?? I'm worried!
ReplyDeleteYou are such a sweet boy for helping Mr. Gibson get into the nest.... Maybe Mr. G needs a ladder....
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