Weasel TV
I hate to admit how much time I’ve spent watching this image. I mean, not this image, the live version. The surveillance cam in the chicken house.
It was originally trained on a hen sitting on fertile eggs nest box. Two months, night after night, I watched that image hoping to see a newly hatched chick poke its head out.
As it happens, the first batch of eggs were all total duds. The second batch was half duds. That’s why I spent two months watching a broody hen when the gestation period is around twenty days.
Anyway, newly hatched chicks don’t poke their heads out. They don’t come out from under mama for days and days, so I discovered any hatchlings by lifting her up and peering into the nest, long before I saw a chick on cam.
I have hours and hours and hours and hours of recorded chicken cam. I actually bought a backup hard drive to store it all. Wanna see?
November 7, 2018 — 10:14 pm
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Will one of y’all vote or me, please?
Before I moved to the UK, I took a side trip home. Among other things, I switched my voter registration from Rhode Island to Tennessee. Made sense. Tennessee is my native state and I still owned property there.
But I’ve never kept up on local Tennessee politics, so I usually don’t bother getting an absentee ballot for the midterms. I probably should, but I don’t.
Under these circumstances, I’m pretty sure it’s legal for one of y’all to vote in my stead. So have at it.
Or at least vote for yourself.
November 5, 2018 — 8:01 pm
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This image is from one of my favorite FaceBook pages: Strange Things Found in Churches. Caption is: “Probably my favourite roof boss. Early 16th century, Tawstock, Devon.”
Sadly, this is the very last image ever posted to the group. Without warning or explanation, the owner of the page shut it down. I hate it when people nuke sites like that.
Oh, right. You need to see the whole thing to make sense of it. Scratch that — it makes even less sense when you can see the whole thing.
I know what you’re thinking, but I would just like to point out that there are four hands in the picture, and two of them can’t belong to any visible body. NOW what do you think you’re looking at?
I leave you to ponder. Good weekend!
November 2, 2018 — 6:44 pm
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Day 25: prickly
These pad cacti grew in my yard in Tennessee when I were a lass. I tried picking some. Once.
See, you think if you avoid the big spines, you’ll be okay. But they also have bzillions of little microscopic, hair-like spines that get into your fingers like raw fiberglass and make touch painful for days. Bastards.
Google tells me they’re called nopales and they’re a mainstay of Mexican cuisine. Here’s a recipe for pickled nopales. Anyone ever et them?
October 25, 2018 — 8:39 pm
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Day 14: Clock
The Dillards did a song called “What’s Time to a Hog?” which seems appropriate here.
Yeah, it’s digital. Which sucks, but there was no way I intended to draw a clock face in perspective. Too much like hard work.
Stupid ellipses.
October 14, 2018 — 8:00 pm
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Day 13: guarded
But not guarded well enough, alas!
October 13, 2018 — 9:00 pm
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Day 11: cruel
The pecking order is real, y’all. And the dominant chicken always rears up and pecks down at her subordinate, thusly.
October 11, 2018 — 9:02 pm
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Day 10: flowing
That there is a Poland cockerel. Or a Polish rooster. Same thing, different languages. I want one of these beasties in the worst way.
I bought six ‘fertilized’ eggs this year that should have included at least one Poland and stuck ’em under a broody hen. All six: duds.
October 10, 2018 — 7:24 pm
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Day 8: Star
In meetings of various kinds all day. I hope I don’t need Tuesday the 9th in my diary.
Chickens, of course, can’t wish on a star. The moment you turn out the lights — bang! — down they go.
October 8, 2018 — 8:29 pm
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Day 7: Exhausted
Hope you’re having a lovely, restful Sunday. Watchin’ a little news, enjoyin’ a bit of salt.
October 7, 2018 — 7:24 pm
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