That’s the new expression I’m proposing to take the place of “stick a fork in it, it’s done.” I have always wanted to launch a phrase into the world, and I have a good feeling about this one. I have taken assclown as far as I can, and it’s time to move on.
Meanwhile, I have scattered bits of news. First, another photo to document my Mirroring technique. This child is not fully baked yet, but I have him heading in the right direction. A few more years of Hammock Time and he will be a kindergarten star. I love the way they always reach out with their little hands, begging for help. As if.
Now, an update on my Mystery Structure/Toi Condo. It is also a designated baby quail trap. We bagged six today, just enough for the appetizer plate.
The wildlife around here just keeps coming. Mr. Toad tried to break into the house but he was evicted. No warts needed here, buddy.
There is chicken news, too. But I’m saving that for later. I worry about overstimulating your hearts.
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I just want to know if toe’s condo is going to be as nice as the coop you built? I feel that given the fact the chickens can be used as food, they should be lulled into a sense of comfort so as not to run away, they deserve the nicer house. Besides Toe will be too busy rubbing feet and swinging hammocks to need to worry about the state of her quarters.
You have to stop trying to catch all of god’s creatures for your table. My children would be distraught. That’s why I tell them it’s the chickens calling to make it to the table!
OK. You’re building a brooding house!! OMG!! My niece has a huge one and she has the incubators and all the other torture devices then she lets the quail and other species out when they’re ready.
It’s kinda like Noah’s Ark in reverse. “GO! GO my children!!” Instead of “COME IN MY CHILDREN!”
By the way, I need (want to the point where I”m getting all weird about it) MORE READERS. Where can I send the money for bribes?
I guess I’ll be visiting you on thursdays and saturdays again.
§3039. Sale or Purchase of Wild Animals; Exceptions.
(e) Any person who illegally takes any bird or mammal for profit or for personal gain
by engaging in any activity authorized by this section is subject to civil liability pursuant
to Section 2582.
Section 2582
(a) The department may impose civil liability upon any person pursuant to this chapter for any of the following acts done for profit or personal gain:
(1) Unlawfully export, import, transport, sell, possess, receive, acquire, or purchase, or unlawfully assist, conspire, or aid in the
importing, exporting, transporting, sale, possession, receiving, acquisition, or purchasing of, any bird, mammal, amphibian, reptile, or fish which are taken or possessed in violation of this code or the regulations adopted pursuant to this code.
I’d like to sign up to have my kids pictures taken with you. They are great screamers!!
Please don’t eat the frog!
Did you all know that Chicken of the Sea is TUNA?
Bob, don’t turn me in. You know I can’t handle jail. Remember that one time? Oh, never mind.
The chicken house is the nicest structure on the property.
More readers than what?
I will be happy to pose with your children, but I refuse to wear a Santa suit. And even if they weren’t screamers to start with, they would be after a few minutes with me.
P.S. Um, what did you mean, “Don’t eat the frog.”? Like, nothing bad would happen if a person were to eat a frog, would it? And what if it was a toad and not a frog, could you eat it then? Would it matter if it were deep fried?
Theoretically?
Now I have to share my digs with quail and there is a possiblity that you may serve me toad? Oh, and you might be in jail during this time? I can’t handle all of this. If this is going to be the case I’m sorry but I can’t be your farm bitch. I have to have standards and if I lower the bar for you then just shudder at the thought of what I might do next. I’m sorry but this just isn’t going to work. Besides, I still have that repairman tied up in the bathroom and that is taking a lot of my energy.
Of course I was NOT planning to serve you toad!
I was planning for you to serve ME toad. I’m not the toad cook. Dang.
I understand about the repairman though. We can talk again once he is dispatched. In the black widow sense.
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