Monday, December 27, 2010
Buck Buck Buck
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The label on the feed sack said "Deer Corn," but apparently the deer don't know this product exists. So basically we're shelling out the dough to feed our free range chickens. I don't think a mounted chicken head would have the same effect that a 12 point Boone and Crockett would...even if it were a rooster...with a freak comb.
According to Webster I'm an old broad who sits around and worries about her kids...
brood [brood]n. [OE brod] 1 a group of birds hatched at one time 2 the children in a family--vi. 1 to sit on and hatch eggs 2 to worry: often with on, over, or about
(From Webster's New World Dictionary)
(From Webster's New World Dictionary)
Brooding Thought
What if I have to be hospitalized for something minor and while I'm lying there in the bed my fake tanner begins to fade and all of the doctors start to panic thinking that I am losing color rapidly---only I can't talk because of one reason or another and before I know it everyone around me thinks I am fading fast!??!
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