"Jonathon Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day... What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid." (Richard Bach)
Monday, February 1, 2010
To Hell With Chickens, I Want a Cow
With the amount of milk that my family consumes, the 2 fabulous cream sauces that I've made this past week, and my love for real butter, I've decided that I want a cow. I have enough friends with chickens, so maybe we can trade eggs for milk. Apparently one cow can produce enough milk for my whole neighborhood, for a week, in one day. Now that's some serious overproduction. Anyway, I'm just not sure what to do with all the cow pies yet and am not sure about the city ordinance on owning a cow. So, for now, I'll wait.
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you had better shot with the chickens!!!!
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