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May 2009



Farming by the seat of your pants

Sunday, 31 May 2009 8:11 A GMT-05
Things had been going swimmingly with the chickens until Thursday, when a steady cold rain had descended upon us.  Around 5 I went to check on the chicks and noticed the heat lamp had gone out.  We replaced it with a 150 watt bulb but it wa

Nobody but us chickens

Monday, 25 May 2009 6:37 A GMT-05
Apparently, chickens arrive by U.S. Postal service, early in the morning, in a cardboard box marked "chickens" in case the peeping doesn't clue you in.  They arrived on Thursday, but we'd discovered that the brooder box Lionel

Star Trekking Across the Universe

Tuesday, 19 May 2009 7:39 A GMT-05
Went to see Star Trek this weekend.  As one who in my youth had a Starfleet Academy bumper sticker placed prominently on my car, who read scores and scores of fan fiction, who dissed the Next Generation when it first came out but then grew to lo

Getting Out of the Party

Sunday, 10 May 2009 7:49 A GMT-05
The Republican Party and its sharp turn to the right (a turn not precipitated by any road sign or detour--they just went right into the ditch and stayed there) has been, oddly enough, their mainstay for the past decade.  It was a truly odd jump

Spring

Sunday, 3 May 2009 8:25 A GMT-05
Small green leaves are poking out of previously bare branches. The magnolia, tulips and forsythia are blooming.  The ostrich fern is desperately trying to beat the likes of fiddlehead hunters like us, the asparagus is poking up, the onions are i