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The last post is the WINNER!

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
I'm off to my basement to exercise.... and maybe regain some of that Maine induced relaxation..... otherwise..... I may just start doling out beatings...

 

sun rise

The world is on fire
Premium Member
I feel like my lungs are going to come out.

Ares woke himself up coughing. He hasn't had any behavioral issues lately when he wakes up because he knows I'll make him go outside. It was raining, so he thought he was off the hook, and started causing trouble...

He found himself sitting in the rain. He decided rather quickly it wasn't worth it and went back to bed.
Some lessons are learned in the rain.
 

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
been a wonderful day... so wonderful it is giving me a headache...... Should have stayed in Maine
 

sun rise

The world is on fire
Premium Member
Non-political seasonal disinformation post:

Non Sequitur Comic Strip for October 22, 2024
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
Some lessons are learned in the rain.
TRUE STORY TIME!

My parents went through this homesteading phase. and one of the things we did was raise chickens. I hated them. So first of all, my dad made me watch him chop off a chicken's head, which was absolutely terrible. They really do run around minus their heads. Then he dunked the dead chicken in boiling water, which really stank, and then he hung the dead chicken up on a clothes line and I had to PLUCK THIS CHICKEN. It started to rain and neither of my parents would let me inside till the chicken was plucked.
 

beenherebeforeagain

Rogue Animist
Premium Member
TRUE STORY TIME!

My parents went through this homesteading phase. and one of the things we did was raise chickens. I hated them. So first of all, my dad made me watch him chop off a chicken's head, which was absolutely terrible. They really do run around minus their heads. Then he dunked the dead chicken in boiling water, which really stank, and then he hung the dead chicken up on a clothes line and I had to PLUCK THIS CHICKEN. It started to rain and neither of my parents would let me inside till the chicken was plucked.
Good Times!

I guess. I'm sure it was a learning experience for you...o_O
 

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
TRUE STORY TIME!

My parents went through this homesteading phase. and one of the things we did was raise chickens. I hated them. So first of all, my dad made me watch him chop off a chicken's head, which was absolutely terrible. They really do run around minus their heads. Then he dunked the dead chicken in boiling water, which really stank, and then he hung the dead chicken up on a clothes line and I had to PLUCK THIS CHICKEN. It started to rain and neither of my parents would let me inside till the chicken was plucked.

Lucky you. I had to chop off the chickens head too.

That of course was after cleaning out the cow shed of the previous nights half a ton of poo

Im sure i earned my pocket money
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
Lucky you. I had to chop off the chickens head too.

That of course was after cleaning out the cow shed of the previous nights half a ton of poo

Im sure i earned my pocket money
Hey, I never felt guity about any pocket money. Did you have to pluck the chicken in the dang rain though?
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
We had archaeologists on the farm, i loved helping them, well really playing in the spoil they'd dig up pretending to help.
We didn't have any archeologists on our farm.

TRUE STORY TIME:

Speaking of parents, one time my dad and mom and I were walking all over the old farm place (where my dad grew up- he inherited part of it and bought his cousins out). and he pointed out an old, old, old road bed, We made signs and put them all over the place and named that road bed Spanish Trace. We also named lots and lots of other spots and made lots of signs. I am glad I have that memory.
 
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