Well, changed things around a little, got to promote the moneymaking plot scheme here. Input welcome.
Susan showed me a ferilized chicken egg today. Guess that chicken with the crooked beak is busted after all. It won't be long now BUSTER.
Got myself stuck in the driveway a number of times, sometimes with my car, a couple of times with the tractor while trying to blade the road after the 6 inch of snow. Luckily Steve Wood was here for a week, got to love a guy called wood when it is very cold outside. He loves to dinker with the fire, more power to him, and comfort to me. Steve has some fine sayings: the pot only break when you wanna shit, or on his mentally challenged room mate: I am going to give him a gun cleaning kit for christmas.
The snow was a dandy. Kind of really made it obvious that the greenhouse next to my house needs a facelift, actually it needs a new jaw, and skull as well. So called the plastic guy to ask for a UPS speedy Gonzales on big sheets. Talked to Vince and he'll be over at the crack of noon and help me with the rebuild. Kind of necessary to have a greenhouse to start plants in this snow stuff. Will keep you posted. Oh by the way, got really nice salad in the tunnel, come by if you want some.
Back from Jamaica, jah man, good times. That island is like a giant cruise ship you can't get off. Ate a lot of chicken, thought a lot about mine. In most everything there are a few that don't conform, be it a peanut that stays in the bag when you shake it out, the one in a hundred seeds that actually do germinate, plane crashes with one survivor, you get the idea. So here is my incognito rooster, maybe. Maybe she is really butch, but here is the thing: he/she/it does have small spores on her legs. I have seen it homp other chickens, but so do other female chickens; apparently this happens when there are no males around. I did move all the roosters to the freezer last year, but this one escaped destiny. See, it has a birth defect, a cleft lip. It drinks in a funny way with its head tilted sideways, but also, I think it can't crow with that off beak. Darwin's survival of the fittest dethroned, to some extent. Or maybe I'll end up with a flock of sideway drinkers.
So there was this guy on the beach, definitely high as a kite at all times, bipolar and manic as well, trying to sell wicker stuff. Dreadlock rasta, 55 ish. He has been doing it for 30 some years and the guy knows how to weave alright.
"I went to Jamaica and all I got was this egg basket". It was a little challenging traveling with it because I used it as my carry on and it had all the dirty laundry in it. (YIKES) Also, it didn't fit in the overhead bin but it got home safe and sound. Really happy with it.
So for good measure I had him custom make me an apiary hat, to be. Nice work, a little painful traveling with such a contraption on your head. But happy as a clam, or lobster.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .