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Not my chicken. Not my cat.

The look on that bird’s face.

Little Boo is not bad about chasing chickens. He’s had a go because it’s such fun, but he backed down when I yelled at him.

He’s responsive to that. Which is, on the one hand, gratifying. But on the other hand, a little sad. Cats are supposed to be bastards, but he’s incredibly shy and eager to please.

Jack was such an unrepentant chicken chaser that I literally wondered if he was deaf. The screaming and the throwing things, it did nothing.

Another picture pinched from my chicken-focused social media. Because I’ve had a lovely laid-back Friday afternoon and I’m lazy. Good weekend, all!

Comments


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 30, 2019, 1:55 am

And now for something completely different. And I like this one, too!

Chickens and cats!!!11! What’s not to love?

 


Comment from OldFert
Time: March 30, 2019, 5:36 am

I haven’t been watching the news–Have you Brexited?

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 30, 2019, 10:19 am

It depends on what the courts decide on Monday.

One MP (a lawyer and stalwart Brexiteer) insists the government has acted illegally and that, technically, we escaped from the museum of socialism at 11pm on 29th.

The man in question, Bill Cash, is one of the few real experts on this subject and is unlikely to be wrong. Of course, as is always the case, whether he wins will depend on whether the establishment have fixed the right judge to hear the case.

Our legal system is as broken as yours seems to be, and for the same reasons.

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: March 30, 2019, 2:32 pm

…whether he wins will depend on whether the establishment have fixed the right judge to hear the case

When I lived in Panama a few decades ago (where did the time go?) I was in the American Canal Zone, and the Panamanian workers loved to file complaints and lawsuits against the American Government. I recall one particularly hopeless seeming (from the view of my professional but non-attorney eye) involving immigration visas to the U.S. -a matter of great interest since the Canal Zone was reverting to Panama soon. The workers were funding the attorney by weekly paycheck contributions towards his fee. It seemed like a busy-work scam for the attorney and I talked to my Panamanian assistant about it. “Why are you paying this guy? You know it doesn’t have a chance and he’s just collecting your money for nothing. You know the government will just write a decision saying no.”

His response was, “Of course I know it’s unlikely we will win, and we all know we’re gambling but it’s no worse than playing the lottery. Besides, in Panama our case would just vanish without a word. At least in your system, the government has to hear the case, and the Judge has to explain his ruling, so you can argue about that, and once in a while somebody actually wins one”.

So, while the (Anglo et al) legal system is rigged, at least the arguments have to be publicly heard and answered.

 


Comment from OldFert
Time: March 30, 2019, 4:02 pm

Thanks for the info, Uncle B.
So Brexit will be decided on April Fools’ Day?

 


Comment from technochitlin
Time: March 30, 2019, 4:53 pm

So Brexit will be decided on April Fools’ Day?
Seems apropos, somehow.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 31, 2019, 8:22 am

You know, OldFert, in my darkest moments I think the whole bloody thing was decided months ago.

We need prosecutions followed by severe sentences for the way we’ve been stitched up but we won’t get them until the establishment has been deposed. I’m not sure that is possible in this country, given how supine we have become.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: March 31, 2019, 3:43 pm

You have a way with words, Uncle Badger.

My whole life I thought it was supline, with an “L”.

supine – 1a : lying on the back or with the face upward. b : marked by supination. 2 : exhibiting indolent or apathetic inertia or passivity especially : mentally or morally slack.

Old dog learns new things, thanks.

 


Comment from BJM
Time: March 31, 2019, 10:56 pm

LOL! as the kids say.

I’ve watched this three times.

 


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: April 1, 2019, 12:05 pm

If your chickens were this “athletic”:
https://tinyurl.com/ChickenOlympics

you wouldn’t have to worry about cats.

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: April 1, 2019, 12:54 pm

Sorry Uncle B.
You folks are where we’ll probably be after the next election is correctly colluded by associates of the people who are pretending they’ll take best 2 out of 3, or 4 or 5, or whatever it takes to keep you bound to Brussels.

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: April 1, 2019, 3:21 pm

I’m sorry I missed the discussion of Silence of the Lambs, movie or book, last week. Lambs the novel is one of those times when literary skill, which Thomas Harris has in spades, provides a thriller with some extra special gloss without detracting from the story one iota. When Clarice thinks, after having been told about certain moths that live on large animals’ teardrops, that “Over this world, this half world that’s dark now, I have to hunt a thing which lives on tears” — when Harris wrote that he must sat and shivered for an hour. (“Will I ever write anything as perfect again . . .?”) I know I would have.

The film was dynamite too. The instant when Dr. Lecter’s fingertip touches Clarice’s through the bars of his cell . . . I jump every time.

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: April 1, 2019, 6:23 pm

@BJM – Hilarious
Tri Duck fraternity
pantry raids
Tri Heta sorority Henhouse.

It reminded me of the way our southern border works, but the ducks left again.

And in the vain of April Fools day –

The company son #1 works for has more fun that mine does
https://www.talroo.com/pirates/?

 

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