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
Sunday, November 06, 2005
My Friend Boss Hog
Last night I walked with my chickens. I had learned at one of the reunions we attended that chickens like marshmallows. I remembered to try some out on my chickens. We walked and I threw down bits of marsmalllow. They all liked them, but Boss Hog loved them! He stayed right with me after the others wandered off and he was quite the gentleman and he smiled and enticed me to throw him more. We have overcome a hurdle.
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