I spent last night fighting marauding owls. Guess they've been hunting my chicken yard for a while, but my crime scene forensic skills weren't up to discovering what was really going on. I hear them hooting away every night, but had always assumed they were out making a legitimate living. Not preying on my fat happy hens. But last night I caught one red handed or red 'taloned' if you will. I have some very serious news for this latest varmint. It's a very dire thing indeed to find your self at the top of the list for chicken killers, the list of things keeping me awake at night, and the list of taxidermied (is that a word?) things I'd like to own.
Monday, January 11, 2010
I thought I would start this decade with a resolution more obtainable. Like learning to drink whiskey. From demon cups. On second thought I don't remember ever having a good experience with whiskey. Maybe I'll just resolve to drink diet rootbeer from demon cups, that I can do. To get Beelzebub, Behemoth, Belphegor,and Asmodeus go to: Drink with the Living Dead.
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 1:55 PM