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
Thursday, October 05, 2006
ISN'T MOE A PRETTY BOY?
Moe and Curly will be one year old next month. Larry went to the bird sanctuary to live. They are the surviving mangnum opus of Chicken Annie, born 11-17-05.
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