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
Saturday, November 12, 2005
NEWS FLASH!!!!!
It has begun. Chicks are hatching. This morning I checked to find two already here and peeping away. We named one Kass and the other Roger since they are here for the debut. Ron thinks we might end up with eight chicks even though she is sitting on 13 eggs. This is so very exciting! Stay tuned.
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We ended up with six chicks but two fo them died. I won't tell Kass and Roger. The four surviving seem hale and hearty.
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